The only thing I'm missing in life is a patio table upon which to eat my breakfast. This certainly is a good life.
Truly, I have everything to be thankful for.
One day I woke up and realized I'm not a baby nurse anymore. I'm not even a young nurse. I'm a real adult who has now been doing this for years, and I'm definitely expected to know what I'm doing at all times. And that's fucking terrifying.