Over the last two weeks, I have started losing confidence in my ability to be a good nurse. I was hoping today would be a wonderful day and I would snap out of it, but unfortunately, today was nothing special. Although I didn’t feel like an idiot the entire day, I didn’t feel much like a success either. When I got home from clinicals, there was a card in the mail for me. I opened it, and it was a thank you letter from a patient I had a few weeks ago. She was an adorable elderly woman who I had a wonderful time working with. In her card, she thanked me for being such a great, loving nurse, and said she missed seeing me everyday. Awww… my first thank you card from a patient!!! She probably has no idea how much her card meant to me, especially near the end of a week like this one. This has helped me remember why I want to be a nurse- it’s not to impress any clinical instructors or feel great about myself at the end of the day- it’s to be there for these wonderful people who need love and attention, and to make THEM feel better. As my wonderful friend and classmate John would say, "It’s not about you, it’s about the patients" And although I hate to admit it, I think John is completely right. But don’t tell him I said that.