By Olivia Garrison
Everything is so busy. The world is a lively blur of fast cars and turbulent people. It takes everything I have in me to keep my eyes straight ahead of me. Breathe. In. Out. It feels overwhelming. Am I the only one? I know what I need to do. I take my badge. The plastic material is clipped to my navy scrub top. A beep, then a gush of air and the double doors swing open. The entrance to the Intensive Care Unit where I work is in commotion as always. There is much work to be done. Focus.
