joy

     What's that thing on my face?  It's a strange feeling.  Using muscles that I'm not used to using.  It's a bit awkward but spontaneous.  Oh, yeah, it's a smile!  Maybe it's that I'm no longer buried in endless texts, or that my dad is doing well, or that I'm out in the "real world" again, or that my grief has matured into a healed scar.  And I know that this feeling will probably go away when I get my STEP I score, or when I have to take the board exam for family medicine, or perhaps when I hate my next rotation.  But for right now, at this moment, I am enjoying myself and that is enough.