Young blood 8/19

Ah, home sweet home. My own bed, my own shower, cable television, and home cooked food. Oh how I love to travel but it just feels so wonderful to be home again. For the past four nights and five days I have been in Kansas City camping it out in my brother's bachelor pad. Futon city for me. I love spending time with my brother but I do not like sleeping on a hard metal rod futon. See, the whole point of my staying in Kansas City was because on Thursday my father underwent a complete knee replacement. Sometimes I just marvel over today's modern technology. Who would have thought that with the evolution of technology that we would be able to replace a bone joint with titanium and plastic polymer? That's amazing! Who would have thought that with the evolution of technology that we would be able to replace an entire heart, cure cancer, and research unknown diseases? With my brother starting medical school a little over a week ago I have really had a chance to just sit and think about how amazing modern technology has become and the amount of people that are being trained to utilize this technology. Last Friday I, along with my mother, father, and Joe's fiancé, attended my brother's White Coat ceremony for medical school. I have watched my brother start his first day of elementary school and be upset because he would no longer have his afternoon nap. I watched Joe go off for his first day of middle school and his first year of Anti-Van as I went trick-or-treating. I watched Joe start his first day of high school and watched him go through band and debate. I cried when Joe left for college because I suddenly wouldn't be able to watch him anymore. I wouldn't be there for his accomplishments or great feats. But to sit there and watch my brother walk across the stage and receive his white coat, the very symbol of everything he has ever worked for in his life, made me as proud of him as I have ever been. I can remember growing up and saying I would like to be an artist, or an author. I can remember saying I wanted to be a fashion designer or an art therapist. I've wanted to be a painter, a poet, a housewife and a mother. But Joe, he has always wanted to be a doctor for as long as I can remember. He persevered through the hard times and made his way through all of his goals. And that is amazing, to have such drive in life. I know that I want to go to cosmetology school but then again I also thought that I knew that I wanted to be a fashion designer or an art therapist. And although this is the career that seem so right for me I have wondered why I haven't been as driven towards my goals as Joe has been. Have my blinders broken, making me see all of the distractions on my road? Or was I suppose to have these little jumps and spurts along the way? Was it fate or destiny or was I the one choosing all of this myself with just a little push here or there? I have to wonder, with the evolution of modern technology will there someday be an evolution in modern drive of an individual? And if so, when will there be an upgrade in my system?