I've made it six weeks without getting sick. Lots of things can happen in 6 weeks: getting projectile vomited on, sneezed on, drooled on, coughed on.... Pretty much I've become a human Kleenex. I believe my immune system has finally raised the proverbial white flag. The barricade has been battered for over a month and it has finally come down. You win, germs o'the little ones. It's probably worth it though. I have seen some pretty cute kids. And even though I have not changed my mind about working with children, I think I'll be a better person for it.
In almost exactly 3 months I will be graduating from PT School. That means that in exactly 4.5 months I'll be taking the hardest test I've ever encountered. And in 5 months I will be moving. Where? I have no idea. I'm trying to figure that out. But I heard an interesting commentary the other day about the evils of having "Destination Disease": Always being concerned with where you are going, and giving no second thought to the journey. i.e. I'll be happier when I'm married, or graduated, or as soon as I retire, life will be great... That sort of thing. It was good to hear, because I realized that maybe where I end up and with who isn't as important as Glorifying God in the process, and learning to rely on Him alone for the road map. So, in exactly 6 months, my life will be a lot different, but that doesn't really matter, because I've got a life to live today.
{PS: feel free to remind me of this post during those small periods where I may find myself momentarily stressing over where to go next!}
1 comment:
the queen interests me... did you already see stomp the yard?
if so, would you recommend?
too bad about those tots spreading disease and sickness around. I know and feel your pain.
Have you heard of this teacher invented medicine called "Airborne"- what does your dad think of that? I have heard awesome reviews for it...
never tried it though.
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