4 years ago I discovered Oola.

3 years ago I put my dream on the Oola bus.

2 years ago I achieved my Oola goal to move to Florida.

1.5 years ago I began my new Oola goal to become a nurse.

And then…

My Oola got lost along the way.

Our first 2 years here were ROUGH. The move was tough on all of us. Then Erik’s mom passed away. Then Covid. Then my dad passed away. We were facing the rapid aging of our dog. The girls were struggling with school in a Covid-filled world. We had a lot of issues with Erik’s car that led to some financial difficulty.

There was a lot weighing on our spirits.

Plus I was going to school, which was tough enough, but I was working full time while doing it, which made it ridiculously more difficult.

Stress, grief, more stress, more grief, even more stress…and I completely lost focus on any sense of Oola. My magic was left in the dust, my family was suffering, I didn’t have fun anymore, it was all one big struggle bus instead of an Oola bus.

I’d see my Oola books on my shelf and just…look away. I knew I wasn’t feeling it. I knew I wasn’t trying for it. Too much seemed a struggle.

I’ve now quit my job because it was too much…everything. I was far too stressed, worn out, and failing in school because I couldn’t keep up the pace.

Our finances are a worry and Erik has the added stress of being sole breadwinner for the next six months (I am seeking something PT, but that takes time…and I’ve not had any luck as of yet).

But I have been able to find me again. To gain some sense of focus and peace again.

I’m working my way back to Oola, and continuing to work on that big Oola goal.

5 months to go until nursing school is over.

I’m hoping to reclaim my Oola by then.

Wish me luck.