The sun is shining and Jeff Buckley is playing on my stereo. I
am driving up to the school, like I have so many times before, and I feel at
peace. The impending dénouement offered by the big news tomorrow hardly reaches
me (in this moment, finally). The difficulties of those first few
years of medical school currently seem so distant and resolved, as if my strivings have
finally reached some mellowed fruition and now I can finally sit back and watch
the events unfold.
I spent Monday afternoon with Podge (my grandfather and a retired
radiologist) in Victoria going over some films on the computer, in attempt to
absorb a little of his wisdom. I like hanging out with the older folk, as they
have the ability to see that everything works out, all difficulties and joys
alike weave seamlessly into their story (the part behind them, the life well lived, despite its bumps along the way). I can fret over my present as much as I
like, but they have the experience to advise me otherwise. This or that worry
of youth must seem trivial in their minds, and makes me want to call out my worries
as such too. I know that life will work out, and from the other end, will
probably seem richer for its diversions from our original plans.
I am truly exited about tomorrow. Ready to stop talking about it
and start moving forward! Ready to start celebrating. Ready to raise my glass
in full cheers. Ready or not, its almost here!
And in case anyone besides me cares, I will check back in afterwards
with news…
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