And here I am, less than 3 weeks from the end of my first year of Medical School. It seems like a dream. It went by so fast, I can hardly believe it.
I have learned a lot, but it only makes me realize how much I don't know. How much of a privilege and at the same time how crazy it is, that one day people's lives will be in my hands. When I'm learning something I don't particularly enjoy, I remind myself that what I'm learning now may someday make the difference in saving someone's life. And when it gets hard and I'm tired and cranky, I remind myself that I've never been happier and never so sure that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. That gives me renewed courage and strength to keep going and push a little harder.
I have also done very well in all of my classes. I won't deny that sometimes I panic and wonder if I can make it, if I have what it takes. It's hard to need validation from my grades and hardly be able to breathe after each test, until I get the results and let out a big sigh of relief. School has never been like that to me, but then the stakes were never so high. Though my previous studies were something I liked, they were not my true calling. They were not something I could not imagine my life without. Medicine is it for me.
Here's to hoping the next few years go as well as this one. And as fast!!
