After arriving in Nashville late last night following a Southwest employee having to pry me from the boarding gate in Houston, I found myself falling back into my "routine" early this morning. Thinking that I was still in Houston, I kept hitting that snooze button without a care in the world. Well, reality hit. And it hit fast.
Rushing to make it to the clinic on time and hoping that there isn't a patient waiting for me, I kept thinking about my weekend and noticing the smile plastered to my face despite my self-imposed panic mode. The weekend, of course, did have it's stressful moments due to the interviews and tours and the whole nine yards. But, spending time with this guy I keep calling my fiancee (and, yes, he is totally awesome) and these amazing individuals, which I am lucky enough to refer to them as friends, is always an incredible recipe for a happy, fun-filled weekend.
A phrase that I will always live by: "It's not where, but who you're with that really matters" exudes nothing but truth. Humans have so much potential and have so much to offer to their fellow man (or woman, to be politically correct), and it is always so refreshing to witness potential-filled individuals share their gift of friendship and share their love with other people.
Back to my panic filled morning, I did, indeed, make it to the clinic with enough time to sneak a quick peek at the schedule and develop some sort of tentative plan for my day. Throughout the entire day, all I could think about was that amazing burrito I had at Freebirds or that great conversation I had at Chili's or that suspense-filled Rice baseball game on Sunday night. But you know the one thing that remained constant in all of those experiences......it was the selfless, amazing, potential-filled, genuine people.
If you ask me, I'm one lucky son of a gun.
And now, back to the "routine."
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