But lately I come home as early as possible, leave as late as possible, and go nowhere except to school, or maybe yoga class or the grocery store. That's my whole life. I am getting used to the idea that being a solitary and a home body is OK for me now. I know that I am supposed to have a social life, but I seem to be happier when I don't try too hard, and let it come to me. I also know that many people feel that time in medical school is torturous, and it really is, because there is nothing left of me after I do 25% of the assigned reading and work. The other 75% just doesn't get done, but I keep passing, so I guess my academic triage skills are enough. I can't wait to start the next stage of my life, when I am opening a new business in a city where I will live, hopefully for long enough to see the fruit trees that I plant begin to bear.
I am in this Oregon holding pattern. It's OK. Even though I just spent the entire weekend in a marketing seminar that was really remedial. I appreciate that someone is interested in teaching us a way to be successful. I just wish, as with some other classes we've been required to take, that there was an alternative class for people over 40. I do not need the same pep talks that a 20-something needs.
I heard the NPR report yesterday on how gas prices and air fares are going sky high over the summer. It made me question the reasonableness of my plan to spend the summer in travel to the southeast, seeking preceptorship hours and opportunities to get out the word about naturopathic medicine and my soon-to-be-established practice. The problem is that I do not have much money, and my truck may well die on the way. I will be paying rent here while I am gone. There are many questions as to how it would all work out. And I worry about Kitten, I hate to leave her. She is my family here. I know it's silly, but if you got nobody, a cat is better than nobody.
The cat. The long gray coat. The trains rumbling by. These are a few of my favorite things.