There is a Season

So today was my last day of work. I have been at Children's Hospital Boston for 2 years, and have loved every minute of it. I knew today would be hard, saying good bye is not my strong suit. At the end of the day as I tried to stay composed in the back room at work people started talking about our staff and job. We aren't a group of nurses who complain or gripe about being overworked or stressed out. We laugh together,cry together, and then laugh telling stories about the times we have cried during work. I worked with a very special group of people the last two years, and I think I have killed the word "bittersweet" by using it everyday lately in talking about leaving. I will have snapshots of this job ingrained in my head forever, and knowing that I only have these memories to hold onto is hard. I explained closure to my friends the other day. I get the whole "its not goodbye" spiel,and honestly, its getting old. I have come to look at my life as a book with all of its many chapters. This is the end of a chapter, not a closed book, but still an end of sorts. I need to treat this closure for what it is, and I'm actually doing a pretty good job considering my aversion to goodbye's.
I have left something incredibly comfortable and fun, an idol at one point. I am psyched to see what lies ahead because as I see it, it can only get better. I expect the unexpected and I am up for the challenge. I am on to another chapter, and man I love a good book!
This song was stuck in my head driving home. It actually brought me some peace as I drove. I'll let you know the Byrds did not write the lyrics to this song (shocker, they got famous off of stealing other peoples stuff to begin with ;)
The following is Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, cut and pasted by Pete Segeer, then made into a classic rock hit.

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear its not too late