The ending of the year makes one contemplative of the days of successes and regrets and failures that have passed.
Will I leave. Don't worry yet. I am still here.
I teach and love it.
To support and make The Program better.
It stands because enough of us stand to support it on our shoulders.
I aspire to be a Jedi of Resuscitation.
I am I the last. No.
Regardless of metrics, protocols, and admit.
I need to follow my instincts, teachings, and follow what makes most sense. And what is safe for the patient.
I am I the Last.
Never. There is always another to follow.
Sooner than later I do not know. I still reside here.
No Kylo Ren, Snoke, Vader or Sith can hang. I will learn more of the force.
And teach more aspiring Jedis...
Yoda fell into this Job.
I love this Job.
Have mentees left me. Divorced me.
Yes. Have they taught me, made me laugh and smile.
Made me proud yes.
I hope not to be the last Jedi in Resus or Airway at my Shop, at the Program.
But not yet for this aspiring Jedi Master.