Tomorrow is my first day of work at the retirement community. I have to be there at 6:00 a.m. As I have been pseudo retired for almost a year, this is gonna hurt!
I am a little nervous but excited that I am actually starting on that second career. Not that you could call this first job my goal or dream job, far from it. But it's a start. Just like going to the admissions counselor for school was a start.
I have to keep reminding myself that all things must begin somewhere. I am equating this journey of becoming a nurse to waiting in a long line. When you first see the line, you wonder if getting in that line is really worth it or if you should just come back later. I'm too old to come back later to the line. So I have to get in the line now. While in the line, it is usually frustrating because the line moves slowly. There are people with screaming babies, people talking too loudly on their cell phones, and on occasion a couple feels the need to argue in line. Sometimes you need to go to the bathroom, but you don't dare ask anyone to save your spot. So you stand in the line needing to pee. Standing in line is uncomfortable and irritating.
But then, it's your turn. Then you leave and a friend calls to ask what you are doing. You tell them what you have accomplished, you survived the line.
Well, I'm in line now. I hope this is the kind that surprises you and moves really quickly and painlessly!
Malicious Extrapolation
9 years ago
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At our age, you have a better appreciate for the line. It gets us where we need to go. Good luck tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteAll life is a line, it's just sometimes you get to be first. Then life changes and you find yourself at the back of the line, paying dues for being first for so long. Sucks but sooner or later, if you hang in there, you get to the front and get to be first again with a much better apprectiation for that position.
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