Most recent post aside, I rarely write about my job anymore, mostly because I've been so immersed in it that when I get a breather, I want to focus on subjects other than medicine. Looking back at my musings on medicine, I realise my chief inspiration spurning all those late-night writings came from a mixed bag of confusion, fear, sadness, anger, disappointment, contempt, physical and emotional stress. This year, since being accepted into a training program, I've noticed a difference in the way medicine is shaping me. I'm happier, I'm truly passionate about my job, and I've come to a fuzzy actualisation that I am actually in a place that is so me.
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Yes, passion. "Passion" is my favourite word. What are we but our passion?
Hooray for discovering that part of your career that is so you.
koh: we are grains in the sands of time *cliche-nya*
kenny: i know, and i count my blessings every day :)
cliche it may be. But truth it is.
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