There's something about a hot shower that is salve for (most) overwhelming situations. My mother taught me this years back, but I never thought to analyze it until now. Maybe it's the water itself, beating hot and fast against tense shoulders...or the layer of frustration, finally sloughed off...or that unmistakable feeling of being deeply, completely clean.
I've fallen behind with these med school classes, friends, and would much rather be in the shower now than in the library, combing the catalog for books that might help me catch up. Ideally, I'd be lounging on my bed right now with Nickel Creek on my Pandora, coffee on my bedside table, and a jar of Cocoa Butter in my lap.
But responsibility's a-callin'.
A confession, friends: sometimes I linger there in the steam, close my eyes, and trace swooping doctor-signatures on the shower door with my fingertip. Because I can't wait to earn the MD after my name. And I can't wait to try my hand at healing. But that means that right now, I've got to unearth my student hat, set it resolutely in place, and take these lecture notes head-on.
And when I get home this evening, I plan to take a nap. And after that, a long, hot shower.