This morning, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and life is good.
One exam can make such a difference.
Two days ago, I was planning my failure. Plotting it out carefully. Kissing my summer plans goodbye. Living melodramatically. Basically, being a baby. About life.
And then, the clouds parted and the neuroanatomy gods decided to smile on me.
Last night, I had dinner with good people and then came home to study respiratory phys and watch a documentary about one of the greatest visionaries of the last century.
This morning, I woke up and realized that life goes on. I made breakfast for my love. I drank coffee… slowly. I stared into the sun and felt warmth.
I don’t really believe in luck… but, dammit, I’m fortunate. As much as I complain, this life is exactly what I’ve always wanted.
And in 33 days, the first baby step of the journey will be behind me.