Wowza, what a can opener of a title!
Titles ain’t nothing but a bunch of words struggling to rise to importance above the mediocre of other titles with a bunch of words struggling…
Okay. I stop.
In between days or rather in between jobs trying to figure out where to go from where I’ve been. Vet medicine is amazing when things go right, amazing when things go wrong, amazing.
When you work with people:
-who wear fur coats
– who abusively use anti barking shock collars on their dogs
– who state you are “too nice with the animals” when restraining
– who laugh at you trying to comfort an animal coming out of anesthesia
-who only croon over the ‘cute ones’ while the ugly ones continue to stress from fear due to neglect not only from the previous owners but now the vet staff
-who come in to work with the alcohol from last night on the breath stench
-who sip Irish whiskey while rounding
Okay. I stop.
Ruminating about the past, sours the moment of the present and surely delays the arrival of the future.
I return to Curses and Blessings, which have nothing to do with the career I once loved, now loathe and in the process of giving up, but to running.
The one thing keeping me sane right now and out of this place.
Have you ever heard of a runner going postal on the supermarket line or better yet going postal waiting for the subway?
Running (interval running in my case) gives me endorphins which are free, and produced by my brain (your brain as well). Endorphins are pain reducers and create within the body a feeling akin to morphine.
Are Endorphins addictive?
2017 is the year of the 10k and the ½ marathon races. A graduation from the 5k’s of 2016. I have yet to run a 10k, (April 9th is the first one) and the ½ marathon is not until October. Nevertheless, it is the year for transition and changes, literally and figuratively.
Now. Back to the title, the can opener which began this work of words.
While I run I listen to an eclectic bunch of music which I classify as Curses (sex, drugs, rnr, rehab and Led Zepplin (sigh) ) and blessings (chanting, Buddhism, Catholicism and Godspell-the musical) all within the scope of: opera, classical, disco, rap, rock (old school) new wave, county and so forth.
Take Led Zepplin. Curses or Blessings?
How about Buddhism chants? Curses or Blessings? (careful with your choice here)
Through transition and changes, figuratively and literally.