no use in worrying

On a light note, a couple of interesting things from today:

1) Took Teddy to the dog park, he did his "business" shortly after arriving, and immediately after that before I could get to it, another dog rolled in his "business"  Wow.  Glad that isn't my dog.  Awkward telling the owner. 
2) The ice cream man drove by.....it's January 5th

My pre-med exploration phase continued today.  Have to say it's been a bit of a rollercoaster this week.  Went from the pre-med advising appointment that gave me the wake up call (more just like the confirmation) telling me I really don't have any of the med school pre-reqs done.  To a great conversation with an old friend/roommate/current med student about her experiences, and getting more encouragement and very helpful information about post-baccalaureate programs.  To crying the next day thinking it might be impossible to do this if Dave and I are separated for 8 years. To today....when I read more of a new favorite blog of mine by "Old M.D. Girl" titled "the long road to medical school."  Been reading it for a couple months now.  In SEVERAL ways, I can relate to her, I find her posts humorous and her info, again, very useful.  I found a post on marriage, and another one about not her post-bac program, but her road to getting into medical school even before that, taking a couple science classes at a time.  And her reasons for recommending this route (as opposed to jumping into a post-bac program). 

I decided that I don't need to have this all figured out today.  Because that would be CRAZY.  I'll soon have a Master's degree under my belt and can hopefully just work on getting the clinical experience (paid and/or volunteer) I need anyway to be a good candidate.  I already have a doctor in mind who I want to shadow.  WHY do I get BIG ideas in my head and jump ahead of myself?  If I'm lucky, I'll shadow a doc and find that I can't stand working with patients anyway!  Just kidding.  (but wouldn't that make the decision easier??)  If it is meant to be, it is meant to be.  I'll figure it out, and no reason to get upset in the meantime.  We'll just keep Dave's AF clock ticking, and maybe by the time I figure it out he'll have 20 years in! :)