I have that first day of school thing going on, big time.

Going to sleep last night, I told myself that I would wake up in six and a half hours (the alarm was set, too, but only as a backup: I tend to be more likely to wake up on time when I just tell myself when to wake than with an alarm, believe it or not — when I sleep, I sleep like the dead), and yet, I kept waking up thinking it was time to wake up at 3:00, then at 4:00, then at 5:30, when the aim was to get up at 6. When I did finally get up, my stomach was all seasick-wacky from nervousness and excitement, and I’m hoping it’ll calm down in the next hour.

I’ve been going back and forth alternately reminding myself that it’s okay to walk into something not knowing how to do everything involved and it’s all good, and then moments where I not only know it’s okay, I’m really stoked to start learning some new things. Isn’t that crazy?

And I feel totally ripped off: if I had known I was going to have that first day of school (always my favorite day of the year as a kid) energy going on, I SO would have bought shiny new school supplies! That’s always the best part!

Addendum: You KNOW — well, when you’re me, anyway — that you have just taken a job in the rightest place in the world when arseloads of airtime are given in your training to the fact that feminist healthcare always needs to put extra-special focus on serving poor women and women of color. And in case that wasn’t enough for you to know, when you’re sitting in a training room, watching a video as part of your training, and Florynce Kennedy comes unto part of the video and every woman in the room sighs “Oh, Flo,” in the exact same way a lot of ‘lil schoolgirls used to sigh over Menudo or Shawn Cassidy? When that happens? You really know you’re in the right place.

Me = very, very happy today.

filed under Heather Corinna | apropos of nothing
posted on Tuesday, December 4th, 2007 at 6:46 am

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