Today we are so happy to have a guest post by our friend and Certified Soul Restoration Instructor…Christa Adair, from Owen Sound, Ontario, Canada!
I was born to be a nurse.
Seriously, I’ve know since I was seven years old. I can’t remember how old I was but I remember visiting my Great Poppa Jenings (we called him Poppa with the funny shoe) in the hospital with my Uncle Dave after he had hip surgery. I can remember the grin on Poppa Jenings face when he asked Dave if he wanted to see his incision. As my Uncle moved to walk around the bed to better view it, I began to follow. Poppa Jenings stopped me; “This is not for young ladies to see.” I was sorely disappointed.
I was about 10 when my sister and I got a tour of The Hospital for Sick Children in Toronto prior to my (at the time) baby brother’s open heart surgery. We watched them do tests on Danny, and I was fascinated.
I was also born to create.
I am not a natural artist. My sister Patti (the graphic designer) drew a happy face on our mother’s curtains before she could even talk, or so the story goes. Yet, I have always loved playing with glue and paper and paint. One year my Nana signed my sister up for art classes at the Tom Thompson art gallery and to be fair sent me with her. I LOVED it, Patti hated it. I enjoyed the structure and it wasn’t free enough for Patti. Our Mom was always planning crafts for us to do. My Nana had us stamping, long before stamping was in. I belonged to Craft Club in middle school. Crafts have always been my jam.
And then nursing school stamped the creativity right out of me. Research paper after research paper will do that to you.
And even though I was meant to be a nurse, nursing made me completely forget who I was. I was plagued with the not good enoughs, the not smart enoughs, the not capable enoughs. I tried really hard to fit in. It’s a funny dynamic working with all women in a profession that is only now coming into its power. There was a time when nurses stood when a physician walked on to the nursing unit and those physicians were men. There is lots of literature about nurses bulling each other. And let me tell you, it happens, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I read some of that literature in nursing school and I’ve experienced that bulling first hand. And I participated in gossip. I learned to not let anyone really see me.
About seven years into my nursing career I discovered Soul Restoration. And I discovered that I didn’t know who I was anymore. I did not recognize myself. As I was learning to view myself differently -as a soul that is learning- I started to see my patients that way too. I learn to treat them as I wished people would treat me. Please, don’t get the wrong idea, I was not a terrible, mean or uncompassionate nurse but I was very task-orientated. I would get frustrated with being interrupted and I could be impatient at times. I’ll admit I have raised my voice at a patient when they were not following directions, particularly if I thought I might get physically hurt in the process. I’ve rolled my eyes.
Soul Restoration has literally changed how I nurse.
I have become a more patient nurse, a lot less judgmental of myself and others. I’ve come to realize that every patient comes with their own set of baggage and experiences. Just because I have looked after thousands of knee replacements and it has become routine, does not mean it is routine for the patient in front of me, often it is not. And when routine becomes out if the ordinary it can be difficult for patients and their families to navigate the health care system. They need patience and grace. When I started seeing patients as a soul, they were so much easier to look after, so much easier to love. Because despite our differences in education, socio-economic status, culture or experience, we are not all that different. We all want to be treated with kindness, gentleness, patience, grace and respect.
I rediscovered art and crafts. I fill my free time stretching my creative muscle. Which also benefits my patients because in nursing, sometimes you do have to think outside the box.
The number one thing I learned from Soul Restoration that has made me a better nurse, is to give myself love and grace. That means not taking my work home with me. It means filling my time at with activities, things and people I love. It means looking for the good first. It means focusing on solutions, not problems. It means creating self respect. It meant a job change. It means spending time with my truthteller. It means listening to my truthteller above anyone else. It means starting everyday with gratefulness. And it means forgiveness, for others and myself. Self-love and grace might look different for every single person and that’s okay. It might look similar and that’s okay too. There is enough love to go around.
I go to work with so much joy and love, now that I take the time to look after myself first. I’m not the only one that benefits, my patients and co-workers do too. I can give so much more of myself when I create more to give.
Learning self care, healing old wounds, practicing self respect is not selfish. It is the best thing I could have ever done for myself, my family and my patients. It truly the best gift I’ve ever given to those I love.
This is one reason I have become a Certified Soul Restoration Instructor so that I an teach Soul Restoration and it’s companion modules. This world needs healing. And I get to be a part of healing our world, one person at time and I’ll start with me.
For information on my offerings please visit the Certified Instructor area of the Brave Girls website:
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