I haven’t been feeling as passionate about life as I usually do. Maybe it’s the night work hours, maybe it’s all the over time, maybe it’s all of the changes over the past several months. I’m still in the game. Still taking my turn and reaching for that next card on the pile that will direct my next steps. I’m even taking those next steps. I finally drew the card that directed me to move into my apartment. It’s lovely and I’m quite pleased with how its coming together. I applied and interviewed for a promotion at work. It went very well and I was waiting for my next turn to find out if I drew the card pointing to the promotion. Then, of course, I drew the card that said to ‘skip a turn’. A new player jumped into the game and changed the whole course of the events. It’s not that I am out of the running for the promotion. It’s just not time for that card to be drawn yet. Go figure.
I drew another card from the Game of Life and went for my yearly physical. I got a glowing report from the doctor who kept making correlations between his wife and I. Apparently he’s intrigued because we graduated from high school the same year. Anyway, after all of his pokes and prods and twisting and turning me, and looking in ears and my mouth, he deemed me a healthy 56-year-old woman. No high cholesterol, no high blood sugar, and no lumps or pains that shouldn’t be there.
Then it was my turn again to draw another card from the deck.
Blasted! I drew the ‘abnormal’ test result card. And its attached to a ‘referral to the specialist’ card. I see the specialist on Thursday. I’ll keep you posted.
In the mean time, I got cable and internet hooked up today. So I’m ‘connected’ again to the world. That’s always a plus… well sort of. I had access to look up some stuff about the
abnormal test result. Which leads me to ask, is ignorance the better option in cases like this?
In the Game of Life, you never know which card you’re gonna draw. You never know which direction you’re gonna go. You don’t know the next part of the story until it’s your turn. No matter how everything turns out, promotion or not; specialist or not… I have to wait my turn.