A very wise t-shirt company once said "Do what you like, like what you do"
Today was an important day. I had my first real-job job interview today. For an RN position in the STICU at USA Medical Center. Tomorrow is an important day. I will take the HESI(exit exam) tomorrow, and must pass it to graduate. My calendar is booked solid with important days for the next month or two. Graduation day. First new job day. Sit for boards day. Move into my own house day. Important days.
I'm certainly happy to be graduating. More like ecstatic to be graduating. The last 6 months have been the most physically and emotionally depriving of my life. I think just about anyone will attest to the spiralling pit of neuroses and bitchiness that I fell into, or maybe jumped into. And as I look back on it, I can't believe I even let myself get that wrapped up in the silly stuff. Why did I obsess about that grade? Why did I seethe over that teacher's comments? Why did I push myself through weeks and weeks of sleep deprivation to get an A over a B? You just can't sustain life at that kind of pace. At that level of seriosity. Whats the point?
I'm a little bit jealous. I've worked so hard for so long and now I'm graduating..to go to work in the same city I've lived in most of my life. I'm not going to D.C. or Europe or Germany or wherever to go on some grand adventure that I'll look back on as the glory days. I'm going to work, for $20/hour, to save peoples lives and shit. I know eventually I'll leave. My badass exit didn't really work out though.
I guess I just realized that I need to savor the important days instead of fret over them, and then let it all go. I want to go to work and love what I do, come home to my own place,go out with my friends, plant my flowers, and run with my dog.
And then move somewhere cool in a year or so.
I'm certainly happy to be graduating. More like ecstatic to be graduating. The last 6 months have been the most physically and emotionally depriving of my life. I think just about anyone will attest to the spiralling pit of neuroses and bitchiness that I fell into, or maybe jumped into. And as I look back on it, I can't believe I even let myself get that wrapped up in the silly stuff. Why did I obsess about that grade? Why did I seethe over that teacher's comments? Why did I push myself through weeks and weeks of sleep deprivation to get an A over a B? You just can't sustain life at that kind of pace. At that level of seriosity. Whats the point?
I'm a little bit jealous. I've worked so hard for so long and now I'm graduating..to go to work in the same city I've lived in most of my life. I'm not going to D.C. or Europe or Germany or wherever to go on some grand adventure that I'll look back on as the glory days. I'm going to work, for $20/hour, to save peoples lives and shit. I know eventually I'll leave. My badass exit didn't really work out though.
I guess I just realized that I need to savor the important days instead of fret over them, and then let it all go. I want to go to work and love what I do, come home to my own place,go out with my friends, plant my flowers, and run with my dog.
And then move somewhere cool in a year or so.