For those of you who haven't seen my tweet, my Veterinary Technician License has arrived. When I got home from work on Friday you could've knocked me over when I saw it. It only took 8 days to get to me. It was a pleasant surprise, as I had though it'd take a month or so to arrive. That's cool with me.
Of course I didn't expect a choir to sing out or balloons to fall in celebration, but I did hope for a sense of relief or.....something. I have to admit that I feel no different than the day before I got my license. It's just weird. As I stated in a previous post, my college experience/graduation was unconventional. I can only interpret my reaction, or nonreaction for that matter, because of that. I graduated, but with no pomp and circumstance, then 2 months later received a piece of paper they call a diploma. At that point signing up and passing boards was on my mind. I signed up, studied, and then took boards 3 months later. There was no relief at that point because I didn't know if I had passed. Then another 2 months and I received notification that I passed. A week later I received my license. The whole experience wasn't exactly a whirlwind...it was dragged out over 6 months.
I'm glad, thrilled, happy that I passed and I am now licensed. Given I've worked toward this for approximately 7 years, I better be content, right? Damn, 7 years. You know, I could've been a doctor......BUT, that's beside the point. Considering I did that while moving between 3 states, changing jobs at each move, paid everything all out of pocket, without loans, while working a 40+ hour work week, at an almost full-time school schedule, I should be proud. I am. I just wish there was that huge sense of relief I had been looking for. Guess I've just been decompressing over the passed 6 months and am already geared up for a new challenge to present itself. Soon enough.