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Hidden Reminders
Feb. 11th, 2010 12:26 pmLast night, while working on a research project for an SCA event, I pulled a book off my shelves that I haven't looked through in years and years. As I flipped through pages of notes and lute tablature and descriptions of dances and steps, I found a folded paper tucked in between chapters and unfolded it to see what it was. And, looking at it, I was completely unready for the rush of emotion that came over me as I read
Dear Rebecca,
Congratulations on being accepted to the Ohio State University's College of Veterinary Medicine, class of 2001....
I hadn't seen that letter in over a decade, and I had forgotten just how overwhelming it felt when I got it, but at the moment that I saw it again, the feelings rushed over me like a flood.
I was living with my godmother when I got that letter, and I had more or less resigned myself to the idea that I wouldn't get in. It was my second year applying to vet school, and I didn't want to get my hopes up. My car was broken, I can't remember why, and when she came to pick me up at work she brought the letter with her. I didn't want to open it - I was fairly certain that it was the death of my hopes, the last letter saying thank you for applying but we won't be asking you to join us - but she refused to start the car until I did, saying that she had been holding it up to the lamp all day trying to figure out what it said and she'd be damned if she had to wait one more minute.
Dear god, I miss her. And because I loved her, and because I knew I'd have to open it someday anyway, I did, and instead of saying no it said yes, and then my heart stopped for a moment and I wanted to laugh and cry and jump up and down, and it was suddenly all real, and this was going to be my life, and it was going to be so good....
I know I talk about my job a lot here, and about how much I love it, and it may sound repetitive, but it's all true - I've just been getting more and more reminders of that lately, and maybe it's the universe's way to make up for how rough everything else has been; a metaphorical hand on my hair petting me and making me remember that, for all the bumps in the road, it's still a marvelous and amazing trip.
The day before I got that letter, I wouldn't have believed I'd be here now. Sometimes, good things happen, good news arrives, and things turn out right.
Dear Rebecca,
Congratulations on being accepted to the Ohio State University's College of Veterinary Medicine, class of 2001....
I hadn't seen that letter in over a decade, and I had forgotten just how overwhelming it felt when I got it, but at the moment that I saw it again, the feelings rushed over me like a flood.
I was living with my godmother when I got that letter, and I had more or less resigned myself to the idea that I wouldn't get in. It was my second year applying to vet school, and I didn't want to get my hopes up. My car was broken, I can't remember why, and when she came to pick me up at work she brought the letter with her. I didn't want to open it - I was fairly certain that it was the death of my hopes, the last letter saying thank you for applying but we won't be asking you to join us - but she refused to start the car until I did, saying that she had been holding it up to the lamp all day trying to figure out what it said and she'd be damned if she had to wait one more minute.
Dear god, I miss her. And because I loved her, and because I knew I'd have to open it someday anyway, I did, and instead of saying no it said yes, and then my heart stopped for a moment and I wanted to laugh and cry and jump up and down, and it was suddenly all real, and this was going to be my life, and it was going to be so good....
I know I talk about my job a lot here, and about how much I love it, and it may sound repetitive, but it's all true - I've just been getting more and more reminders of that lately, and maybe it's the universe's way to make up for how rough everything else has been; a metaphorical hand on my hair petting me and making me remember that, for all the bumps in the road, it's still a marvelous and amazing trip.
The day before I got that letter, I wouldn't have believed I'd be here now. Sometimes, good things happen, good news arrives, and things turn out right.
