The term is ending. Finals are next week and after the last class this week, there was an impromptu game of soccer with my classmates. These kids (I am really now old enough to be their mother at a respectable age – no teenage motherhood necessary anymore) are my friends and they keep me young at heart. I’m so lucky to be able to go to school a second time and really, really enjoy it this time. I loved my time at MIT and I grew up so much there. There, in the heart of Cambridge, I was stridently ambitious. But there was always this underlying nervousness and anxiety about what I was going to do with my life and if I was going to fulfill whatever promise I thought I had.
This time around, 20 years later, there is none of that anxiety, none of that nervousness. I just am who I am, I’m not trying to prove anything. I try and take pleasure in learning all the new material and meeting new people. I’m going to love being a nurse, I think it’s the right mix of hands-on work, science/medicine/chemistry and investing of emotional energy. If my classmates are any indication, I’m going to really enjoy being with my colleagues. I still don’t know what I’m going to do with my life and I still wonder if I’m going to fulfill whatever promise I think I have, but it all seems so much less important these days.