Reflection
It has been storming outside.
I just watched a movie.
The untamed wisteria on the deck is sort of glowing bright green in the sun that looks like twilight. Looks like twilight only because of the storm clouds. But still, the sun will set soon.
For the moment, my head is up.
There is that glimpse out there in the distance, of something really wonderful.
Those rare moments where everything seems right and okay and great even.
That's when I'm happiest and most creative and the most myself.
I have been busier than usual, in a way.
Somehow all of that time--years!--that I was not busy, it sort of took a toll.
That's probably just being dramatic.
There have been times I was not my best, I was not my most coherent and organized self.
Though as I write that, I hesitate to say that it's really completely true.
I'm sure the 'me' of then would disagree with that reflection, but memory is a fickle thing isn't it?
The rain earlier seems like a nice march of continuation from the whole last week. It has been all I can do to have mowed some of the yard yesterday--it gets so long so fast.
So last week was my first of my MS3 year. I am a third year medical student. This is a bizarre statement in some ways.
Things are flying by faster and faster, after an exhaustive grind. I am enjoying the work far more than I ever expected, and I had high expectations so this is a pretty momentous, celebratory feeling. I was excited but terrified and anxious and now I am flying and I love it.
Tomorrow is a strange and important day. I will probably get my STEP 1 score back. I may or may not write about that tomorrow, because after all I don't write here really all that much anymore. Okay, have to run.
I just watched a movie.
The untamed wisteria on the deck is sort of glowing bright green in the sun that looks like twilight. Looks like twilight only because of the storm clouds. But still, the sun will set soon.
For the moment, my head is up.
There is that glimpse out there in the distance, of something really wonderful.
Those rare moments where everything seems right and okay and great even.
That's when I'm happiest and most creative and the most myself.
I have been busier than usual, in a way.
Somehow all of that time--years!--that I was not busy, it sort of took a toll.
That's probably just being dramatic.
There have been times I was not my best, I was not my most coherent and organized self.
Though as I write that, I hesitate to say that it's really completely true.
I'm sure the 'me' of then would disagree with that reflection, but memory is a fickle thing isn't it?
The rain earlier seems like a nice march of continuation from the whole last week. It has been all I can do to have mowed some of the yard yesterday--it gets so long so fast.
So last week was my first of my MS3 year. I am a third year medical student. This is a bizarre statement in some ways.
Things are flying by faster and faster, after an exhaustive grind. I am enjoying the work far more than I ever expected, and I had high expectations so this is a pretty momentous, celebratory feeling. I was excited but terrified and anxious and now I am flying and I love it.
Tomorrow is a strange and important day. I will probably get my STEP 1 score back. I may or may not write about that tomorrow, because after all I don't write here really all that much anymore. Okay, have to run.