For disclosure – not take-out, but it was made from a lot of cans.
I’ve been in midterms for the past two weeks and then to round out the spectacularity of being in the twenty-second grade, I was on call with an incessant pager and worked the holiday. There’s something about it all piling on at once that can crush your soul a bit.
Each time that I find myself so exhausted that I want to take a nap in my car in the few moments between class and clinic or want to complain that I have to go in to the hospital again right when I just.sat.down to eat the dinner I was interrupted from three hours ago for another call or when I’ve had problem sets due every day and sometimes on lectures we haven’t had yet or when I’ve spent several precious hours researching medical complexities on patients who then don’t make their appointments or how it’s now the second day I haven’t seen sunlight because our nights are so, so long or when I realize we’re eating take-out again because I can’t find a moment to do adult-like activities like grocery shopping…
I just take a good, deep breath of our cool, rainy air. This is all part of it. No one reminds you when you tell them your plans that it’s going to be a long string of tired. It’s going to be many weeks of constantly feeling like you should always be doing something and lots of take-out food. But if this is anything like dental school was, there is the sweet, sweet amnestic healing that comes with being another semester (or quarter or even half quarter) closer to your goal. You forget how stressful the last push was and continue onward.
As I hurry between buildings on campus, I find myself quietly rejoicing that I am fortunate enough to have a coveted parking spot so I can drive between class and clinic. When I walk into the Emergency Department I remember how blessed I am to be on call for such a great hospital, and how I’m so very, very thankful to be in this program I fought so hard to continue. I am grateful that I can work in this fun, little waterlogged corner of our country. I feel like I’ve made it. I feel like I have so far to go.
Beyond anything else, I feel so incredibly lucky to be living my dream.
Yesterday’s post had me thinking: I do write about things that make me happy.
Store bought pie crusts in two bowls
Clear skies, being with friends, cooking, listening to good music and experiencing new things. These make me joyful.
Mix flour and sugar together, sprinkle some on the crust.
Shopping at the farmer’s market, runs in the sunshine, my co-ressies, traveling and of course my dear Jeff. All these things make me glow.
Heap your rhubarb on and cover with remaining sugar and flour.
I am reminded: “A good life is when you assume nothing, do more, need less, dream big, laugh a lot and realize how blessed you are.”
Place on baking sheet. Remember that you forgot to add butter. Take off the top crust pieces one by one. Add butter. Put the crust pieces back on one by one. Bake at 450 for 15 mins, then down to 350 for 45.
So very blessed and humbled to know so many good and cherishable things to write about.
Enjoy with whipped or ice cream.
I didn’t have enough rhubarb for this easy recipe, but made do with cutting down the recipe and throwing it into our casual soup bowls. One mini-pie for tonight, one for tomorrow!
Some people love the Fourth of July for her fireworks and hotdogs. Some people can’t stand a year without the cold kiss of snowflakes, a Christmas tree and hot chocolate. Others need the sugar rushes of Halloween and Easter.
Me? I can’t love Thanksgiving enough. It’s all the best parts of Christmas (great food and good football) with none of the drama (what do I buy and for whom?). I can totally get behind a holiday that exists with the sole purpose of celebrating the joyful things in life, no matter how small, and commemorates the moment by eating a large delicious meal. Best. Holiday. Ever.
Goodbye October, welcome November. I can’t say November is my absolute favorite – every month (except August) has it’s high highs, but it falls in the glorious spectrum of Autumn which is a pretty great season.
I fully realize that thankfulness is a quality I need to exercise more throughout the year. Today though I want to say I’m thankful for Jeff and his willingness to not only move across a continent for me, but put up with my daily quirks and embrace them. I could never have imagined a better teammate.
Fall is lovely, isn’t it?