Worry makes me Work

It has always been that way (at least since I have been in Post-Secondary), if I didn't worry (or freak out as my hubby calls it), I didn't care. At least no enough to work really hard and accomplish something. When I worry, I work hard, and then I do OK. Yes, Jennie, another defence mechanism (but one that works!).

My oral exam was on Friday. It was just a practice one (the realy one is 18 months away), but I really wanted to do well. I thought last time I had done really poorly, so it as important to me to do OK. I had the most awesome examiners (two attendings I actually consider friends), so that helped. One of them gave me the hugest compliment, she said that she thought I was at now where she was at the beginning of her final year!

So, in my mind, worrying, freaking out, and just plain putting it in high gear really helped. I think it also helps to have something to look forward to. This time it was a massage at Riverstone (I highly recommend it if you are in S'toon). For the real one, it will be a trip. I am going to see if maybe I can convince Jurgen to plan it.

Now, I just need to keep this up for 18 more months.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.......