WHEN YOU LOVE WHAT YOU LOVE, WHOSE “DAMN” MEANS A DAMN, REALLY?
Dictionary.com’s paraphrased definition of “bar-code”:
“a series of lines of varying width, printed… that can be read by an optical scanner to determine charges for purchases, destinations…”
Doing what feels right’s become 2017’s mantra. Be it a book, drink, person, philosophy, religion or flavor, if it suits a fancy, allows you to determine your own sentence’s course and punctuation, apologize not and go for it, I say!
Don’t fight the feeling if it grows you in every direction but down and out and you don’t take on hostages, become your own product; develop your own “bar-code.” If you’re to be packaged, stamped and coded, do it to and for your own self ‘s all I’m sayin’!
I’m a traveling OB/GYN loving wind in my face. I’ve taken matters into my own hands casting off traditional medical practice after a professional lifetime of same ole’. Sure, it was and still is scary giving up paid benefits, leave and someone else footing the expense of an office with “Dr. Bagley” embossed on a placard above my door. Naysayers, mostly those closest to me, thought I’d lost my mind,
marbles, scruples… yada-yada!
I did, in fact, I tripped over them many times since embarking on this mission to become the “master of my fate” as eloquently stated by the late poet, William Ernest Henley author of Invictus, meaning UNCONQUERED!
Lost mind, marbles… ? I should have lost them sooner!
This is the feeling I’ve adopted OB/GYN-in’ in and about the rural countryside meeting new people and experiencing new environs whilst colleagues vie for physician-glutted, competitive spots in urban and suburban locales where where we are more likely to be devalued, disrespected, despondent, divorced, disowned and dissed. Were often pit against one other by administrators looking to turn a profit; patients looking for the best care they can coerce us into prescribe against our best professional judgement by threatening to take their patronage elsewhere… makes me wanna put on headphones and listen to something loud by The Artist Formerly Known As Prince blog-authoring here in Winona, Minnesota:
Is there ever a “right” time to do your best and only thang? The old “life’s too short” adage short falls on deaf ears to most of us scurrying about caught today meeting someone else’s deadlines, expectations, goals trying to please any “body” but our own.
So, stop it, I say!
Choose to crank up the temperature, ripen dreams and desires now instead of waiting on tomorrow or someone else’s plans to get you to your harvest season. Mother Nature and father time don ‘t always take us in where we want or need to be. Be your own force!
Embrace, rock, reveal what floats your boat. When you love what you love, whose damn means a damn anyway, really? Consider yourself lucky if you find out during this short lifespan. Have faith in yourself when others don’t.