Happy Inauguration Day!
(Very much hoping it is celebratory yet . . . uneventful. Please.)
Each morning, I am still hearing Michelle Obama’s voice in my brain through Becoming (about 80% done) and it has been great fun. I haven’t gotten to the part approaching 2016. My next non-fiction read will be the incredibly long and dense Medical Apartheid. I already suspect that 2021 may contain fewer books read than 2020, but with a similar number of pages in that many of my selections seem to skew long and/or more complicated.
(But maybe I’ll make up for that in summer with a bunch of YA/women’s lit!)
((Also, 2021 Book Page coming — likely by next Monday! I am excited!))
On the topic of planning, I feel like I am almost almost getting that mojo back as well. “But SHU, what do you mean? You already have 324987 planners and goals lists. You never stopped planning . . .”
True. But I had stopped purposefully planning any event in the future, for obvious reasons. Yesterday I finally created the excel sheet that I share with my clinical and GME managers where it delineates when I am doing patient care, when I am doing GME, and when I am off. Usually I do this months ahead of time, but here we are mid-January and I hadn’t created a sheet for 2021. Block much?
Anyway, it wasn’t sooooo painful to do and was certainly a break from deeper work. And I finally started looking ahead and choosing (tentatively) some PTO (paid time off) days: Mommy days with each kid during their spring breaks, a Personal day, hopefully a kid free night (nanny taking the kids), and maybe (maybe) a weekend trip to North Carolina to meet my baby niece and provide company for my sister, who really wants me to come. She has been raising her child alone essentially in a COVID-19-induced vacuum the past year and is (very) ready for some company.
Anyway! It feels nice to even try to plan. It feels lovely to have things to look forward to, even if most of them are simple things. It also feels nice not to have days off dictated by some sort of furlough. I am greatly looking forward to the ‘someday’ when even decisions like these feel more fun and less weighty but for now, this is a start.