5 More Shifts

After I leave work this morning, I only have 5 more shifts.  5 more shifts of being an ICU nurse.  5 more shifts until I venture out into a totally different area of nursing of which I have no prior knowledge.  5 more shifts until, once again, I'm in a new surrounding where I am uncomfortable and unfamiliar.  5 more shifts until I am the one consistently tucking my babies in at night.  5 more shifts until I have a normal schedule again where I don't have to miss celebrations and get-togethers because "it's my weekend to work".  And, oddly, up until this moment, I have felt . . . indifference.  I knew that I was supposed to be happy and I definitely was on some level.  But this morning, it was like somebody flipped a switch.  I am ready.  I am excited and nervous and apprehensive and worried.  I am all of the things I should be about starting a new chapter in my career (and effectively, my life).  I only have 5 more shifts until the rest of my life can begin and I've never felt more content professionally.