The world was ahead of him now as the year ended. He had so much to do, so much ahead: a graduation, new city, wife with a new job, a need to find a home and new nanny, the need to learn a new hospital, community, and yes, even a need to sit through four hours of EPIC training, again, to fulfill his educational prerequisite for his new hospital's orientation.
"You bet," his mentor said, "good luck with everything. This will be an incredibly exciting time for you" as the fellow left. Silently, the older doctor reflected on the excitement and stress that change brings. He could see that the young fellow was already gone, his attention turned elsewhere. Good for him: focused, excited, slightly anxious, but eager to move forward.
Good for her, he thought.
As the cool carbonated bubbles of a lime Lacroix slid down his throat, he sat back, eyes closing, thankful he wasn't on call this night.
Good for me, he thought.