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 dramaless 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 a few days ago… 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…