I’ve imagined this for a long time now 

But typically after a bad day or when some minor thing didn’t go my way 

But presently I’m feeling like a tipped cow 

But in an evergreen pasture 

I’ve zoomed out, been to the highest hill, seen the heart of the matter

In the past nine years I’ve battled my gremlins 

Which interestingly come in the form of other people’s opinions

They’re worse than believing a leprechaun 

If I step away from the office, reality is that business will go on

I’m hanging up the stethoscope

Next to the white coat that swallowed me 

On to new hope 

A fork instead of a knife 

Flip flops and running shoes 

On to the next chapter of life 

Even a stroller or two

Full-time queen of the castle 

Showing up is half the battle 

I’m gonna pull out my best pen and nice paper 

Oh wait, it’s the digital age 

I remind myself I’m not a traitor 

Me and her will use those tools 

In some informal school of her early years 

Like high school and winter, all seasons disappear 

Time to put something down in order to pick another up 

I’ve got no remorse 

And I don’t feel stuck

This will follow diplomatic conversation 

After all my years of playin’

On my shelf there’s a stack of articles 

And my notebooks full of random facts 

They spill out like marbles 

And after nine years, all the obituaries 

After all the drugs, maybe death isn’t so scary 

I stand at the edge of the frontier 

I’ve got a hunch I was destined for here

Time to slow down in one sense, speed up in another 

As I draft my resignation letter 

Hang up my stethoscope and wash my hands 

I am happily on to the new role of mother