I like anticipation.
I’ve found, as I get older, I enjoy anticipation more. Christmas is the obvious example: you have all the build-up, all the the time and thoughts spent on that one day and then … it comes.
That too, is another thing I’ve found as I get older. The more you build things up, the more they tend to – not disappoint, but perhaps – underwhelm you. All that build up, all that preparation, all that work for something so much shorter than the actual event. As such, I make sure I take the time to enjoy the anticipation as it comes. As not to consider it as separate from the main event, but as a vital and important part of that enjoyment. It’s fun, to take a moment, and dwell in that feeling that something big is coming up; that it’s right around the corner, waiting for you.
So, you’ll have to pardon my rambling. It’s late. I should be in bed. I have big day tomorrow, that I need my rest for.
Because tomorrow, I graduate from medical school.
After 18 years of dreaming, 9 years of university, and 4 years of medical school – of blood, sweat, tears, stress, incredible hard work and amazing joys – tomorrow, someone is going to call me a doctor and for the first time, I won’t be able to say “Oh, well, not yet.”
Tomorrow, I’m a doctor.
And tonight, I’m just positively alight with anticipation.