Ready or Not
Wow, general classes at school have now been officially deemed behind me, well just behind me for a week of spring flinging. After said fling I will be returning for the final countdown. I have 9 full months of full on medical technique education left and I will officially stand as the proud recipient of an Associates Degree in Applied Science as a Surgical Technologist.
This is going to be fun, just like being pregnant again, waiting on those slow moving last few weeks, but oh what a prize you get in the end. You are handed this brand new life, grand adventures, messes that will need cleaning up and boo boo’s you will kiss to heal.
Or perhaps it is like 9 innings of baseball, last inning, hit the ball over the pitchers head into the outfield; you have already passed second base and third base is less than a foot away. Glancing over your shoulder suddenly there is this last little push for the winning run. Why not, what have I got to lose? The foot gets planted the slide begins, here it comes, and you see the glove holding the ball it is going to be close……..safe.
She Wins, She Wins, She Wins!
I sure hope I can survive these last few months of concentrated study. I have 5 full months of classroom and lab time, and then they throw me to the wolves for 4 months of working without pay smack-dab in the middle of guts and glory. There is not a day that goes by that I regret not doing this when I was younger, yet somehow I am not so sure it would have meant as much. Dealing with no employment, living alone, feeling hopeless to kicking myself in the ass, getting out there, making the grade, consuming all the information I need, want and desire has been enough to spread me very thin yet I have to say once again, it has certainly made me stronger.
Well, what is it gonna be the same as 9 innings of baseball…. Or 9 more months of birthing a new career?
I say get ready for the celebration boys and girls it is gonna be good!
This is going to be fun, just like being pregnant again, waiting on those slow moving last few weeks, but oh what a prize you get in the end. You are handed this brand new life, grand adventures, messes that will need cleaning up and boo boo’s you will kiss to heal.
Or perhaps it is like 9 innings of baseball, last inning, hit the ball over the pitchers head into the outfield; you have already passed second base and third base is less than a foot away. Glancing over your shoulder suddenly there is this last little push for the winning run. Why not, what have I got to lose? The foot gets planted the slide begins, here it comes, and you see the glove holding the ball it is going to be close……..safe.
She Wins, She Wins, She Wins!
I sure hope I can survive these last few months of concentrated study. I have 5 full months of classroom and lab time, and then they throw me to the wolves for 4 months of working without pay smack-dab in the middle of guts and glory. There is not a day that goes by that I regret not doing this when I was younger, yet somehow I am not so sure it would have meant as much. Dealing with no employment, living alone, feeling hopeless to kicking myself in the ass, getting out there, making the grade, consuming all the information I need, want and desire has been enough to spread me very thin yet I have to say once again, it has certainly made me stronger.
Well, what is it gonna be the same as 9 innings of baseball…. Or 9 more months of birthing a new career?
I say get ready for the celebration boys and girls it is gonna be good!