Something wonderful just happened to me. In a rare occasion, I managed to make everyone around me happy. I did this by passing the Physician Licensure Examination of February 2014 <insert applause here>. Such a wonderful event surely has an epic saga attached to it and the sheer relief I feel and the jubilation of those around me demand that I narrate it to you. But ever since I found out that I finally made it, I have been stumped at trying to find the right words. For some reason, everything that I wrote in the last two days concerning this topic has been, well, crap. Then, I realized that this was not the first time I wrote about my uphill battle with The Big MD. I had started this series years ago, five years ago to be exact in a defunct blog I had but did not maintain. So, because things have come full circle, I will share with you my journal entry/introduction to the series “High Hopes” by finally publishing my unfinished thoughts from five years and a million stories ago.
I usually try to keep sentiment out of my blog. This isn’t a journal of private thoughts. It’s a bunch of posts that I write to entertain in the hopes that someone out there is reading it. Hence, writing about my own mush as a whole piece and not just in mere passing seems indiscreet. But I suffered a huge loss today and my heart is broken in a million places. So, forgive my indulgence.
I wasn’t always a mom (I’ve been at it barely a year) and I was never a good girl. For a long time, I was a consummate single girl. I wasn’t THE single girl; I didn’t travel enough. But I certainly had my share of the woes, fun, and shoe addiction that came with being unattached and socially eligible.
After Geena, you might be inclined to ask , What on earth could possibly be worse than that?!? How can you possibly top that? If there’s anything we should have learned by now, it’s that whenever we think things can’t get any worse, we will be shown how much farther things can get effed up.
What can be worse than Geena?