Peace Like a River

Ambiguity is not my favorite. Is it anyone's? Still no job news, but I know that they contacted my references and that I daydreamed about southern towns while walking at a steep slant into the near-freezing rain this morning. It has been tough to concentrate at work. I'm going to need a MAJOR "reboot" of my work attitude if we end up staying in Chicago. Every day I just keep racking up reasons why my current job is just a place holder, and something I need to "wait out" for however long. Not exactly excellent work mojo.

And the follow up doctor's visit was not a lot more definitive. Got some meds for Obvious Minor/Treatable Malady #1, ditched my despised (but oh-so-confidently effective) birth control in favor of a new plan, and got a referral for a different doctor to meet regarding the remaining possibly-bad-probably-nothing mystery "structure" that appeared in the ultrasound images. Cyst? Nothing? Something? Wait? Proceed with more tests? Hubs and I will discuss tonight and decide the next step. So far I am choosing not to freak out. Just wish the phrase "family history" had not been the refrain while discussing why some follow up may be a good idea for me, even if the doc would normally be totally confident that that little glob is a harmless nothing.

What does "Peace Like a River" even mean? 2 images of a river come to mind when I consider this:

1. The Chicago River. Ignore for a moment that it is polluted and green. It looks pretty still and is considered Flat Water to we kayakers (poser kayakers?), but I know that the water is churning and rushing beneath the surface. 
2. White Water rivers, with water furiously spewing down a winding path full of big rocks and tree limbs and perilous waterfalls.

Which one is the peace supposed to be like? Powerful? A shaking peace? A mighty, rushing, loud, uninhibited peace? Or a subtle, steady-flowing, deceptively-hardcore peace? Maybe neither. Maybe I'm just pondering rivers to keep my brain occupied. While I should be working.