Have I mentioned previously how insane 2008 has been? I think I have. Instead of lamenting again (and sounding like one of Hemingway's parrots - if he had any), I henceforth resolve to be more optimistic than usual.
The holidays were... quiet. Fine by me, really. I wasn't into Christmas this year. The spirit just never grabbed me, I suppose. I am only hoping (optimistically!) that 2009 holds more promise, more hedonistic fancy, more productive (and enjoyable!) work, more spontaneous moments, more drama-less days, and a lot lighter heart.
I make the switch to pediatrics on January 5. I no longer have to wear anesthetic ceil blue or stark white. I can wear scrubs with butterflies and all that happy jazz on them. It'll still be three 12 hour shifts a week, but I'm used to that routine. The position actually came with a $2 an hour pay increase. Yay money.
I had a birthday on December 27... I have arrived at an age of contentment. I'd be fine with never getting any older, but I wouldn't want to be any younger either. I've decided that it is also rude of people I don't know to ask how old I am. Yeah, I've arrived at that, too. Especially when it is totally obvious that the asker is at least a decade younger than I am... Time is a bitch, indeed.
No worries. Last night at M'Coul's, a fetching 22 year-old fella bought me a drink... and never inquired about my age.
Yep. Still got it.







