In time, I would get what she meant. And in time, I would feel the same way she did. But in even more time, I would love the hell out of that place.
Tag: Burnout
The “Best of Both Worlds” is No World For Me
One year ago, I started my dream job in medicine; a fruition that transformed from godsend to breaking point to deliverance within weeks.
This Is Harder Than I Thought (Thankfully)
If not for intrepid fantasies of success, I may not have done this. My ego had a stake in the outcome, no matter my pleas for a focus on process, growing, and learning. Ten months ago, I pulled the pin on medicine, figuring that would be enough in itself. That providence would appear, just by … Continue reading This Is Harder Than I Thought (Thankfully)
Book Trail: Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman
When lost to myself and lost to my path, I went back to one book. Over and over. I went back so often, that I successfully dropped it into the ocean, while walking on Maui's beaches, twice, six years apart. Dan Millman's story of self-realization, guided by his fictional(?) character Socrates, has narrated many of my … Continue reading Book Trail: Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman
What I Must Never Forget (And Why It’s Tattooed On My Forearm)
his commentary made me glance in search of my own tattoo, coming into view from under by cuffed button down as I reached out with my left hand to accept my margarita. There it was; two words that bookended a chapter and serve as my talisman for the next.
Newsletter #16: It’s Ziggin’ Season
A girl—Taylor was her name—lived on my dorm floor (girls' side) freshman year of college. Across our first year on campus, we bumped into each other hundreds of times, ran with similar friends, hung together in groups, but failed to have a bond past hello. One evening, close to the end of freshman year, we … Continue reading Newsletter #16: It’s Ziggin’ Season
Why I Stopped Being Vegan (Because I Wanted to Be Myself)
I went vegan in the spring of 2013, and needed it, for many reasons. It was a five-year, cherished season, until it stood between me and myself.
If I Never Wanted to Be a Doctor, What Did (Do) I Want?
Knowing I never wanted (granted, probably needed) to become a doctor—declared given eight years of ample evidence—I must have wanted something else.
Newsletter #14: The Sideline Takes No Prisoners
(Appeared first in this morning’s newsletter) I played football in high school and each week, the same thought welcomed me as I stepped on the field: "I wish I could be on the sidelines." Scared of commitment, failure, and responsibility, my base instinct wanted a hiding place where nothing would be lost (or won). Eventually, the … Continue reading Newsletter #14: The Sideline Takes No Prisoners
Newsletter #13: Breakthrough Is Yours… If You Know the Rules
(Appeared first in this morning's newsletter) Brushing of teeth and half-assed floss complete, I fell in bed last night. I'd resigned to the week's forces, conceding the newsletter wouldn't happen. You know the rationalizations: I'm tired, it's been a hard week, I need to give myself a break because I've had family and friends in … Continue reading Newsletter #13: Breakthrough Is Yours… If You Know the Rules