Somewhere in the Sun

I often think back to one of my favorite lyrics of all time, "And where this road I'm headed down might lead."  Someone once questioned me as to what it meant and I think the only justice I can give is by, instead, writing it like this:

And where this road I'm headed down might lead...

I think most people are looking for an answer, for the place the lyric is going.  But that is the magic of it--the truth buried beneath the layers of melody and background instrumentation.  It's up to you.  Just like life.  No matter what we're doing and when we're doing it, we're all on a path.  We may not know where it's going in the long run but just that it's going.  Somewhere.  

The thing is, at points in our lives, we have to choose a path.  It doesn't matter if we decide later on that we want to go somewhere else, it just matters that we originally decide to go somewhere.  That's the magic of the road.  

Since deciding to go back into medicine last March, I have never felt better about the road I am on.  Each week it brings new and exciting things.  Like this one for example:

I found out I have tuberculosis.  

Amidst my plannings to erect a giant bubble for my habitation for the next ninth months, I was relieved to find out that I only had dormant Tuberculosis.  This meant that someone, at some point, had spread TB to my body.  But my immune system, instead of fully terminating it, wrapped it up in a sheath, disallowing growth.    So there it is, TB floating around in my body.  No worries though, I'm not contagious and you will not have to arrange visiting hours in order to speak with me.  

Even with the scare, I have had the best week of my life.  Here is why:

97 on second Pre Calc exam.

95 on American Lit Mid Term and A- on first paper

96 on Organic chemistry test and brought my grade up from a B to an A- in the class

Red Sox rallied, with 7 outs remaining, from a 7-0 deficit to win game 5 of the ALCS and eventually force a game 7 (which they are winning 1-0 right now).

My couch came to my apartment, finally, and it looks/is perfect.  I'm sitting on it now, actually.

I don't have active TB.

I got an volunteer/job shadowing position at St. Thomas Hospital--working within the ER and hopefully getting to know some Plastic Surgeons.

I read "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" by Washington Irving.  He's a fantastic writer, read it if you get a chance.

I got a great pair of red, corduroy pants.  Read for fall, now.

The weather finally cooled off.  

Last, and of the utmost importance, I spent time with the woman I'm crazy about--the love of my life.  That will always be my favorite.

I guess what I'm saying, all in all, is that I feel like the road I'm headed down is where I belong.  I feel great.  I've got great friends and I'm surrounded by great strangers.  And where this road I'm headed down might lead?  I have no, definite, idea.  I just keep steering myself towards my dreams, towards that place far off.  Hoping and wishing to end up Somewhere in the Sun.

May your wanderings find beauty on this path we call life.