Blogs are funny things because they can become the canvas one only pours their heart out onto when they are feeling particularly emotionally charged. Every post can become a memoir of angst and sorrows, half-reflections and musings about a fleeting interest. Because that's when you want to say things, isn't it? When you feel things. Writing a blog post is like therapy.
My posts feel unnaturally rigid in that respect. The emotion written and dispensed in measured doses. I give myself the opportunity to pour out onto the page, but then I want to reflect too before I click Publish. And it's as I do this, that I cut things back. I refocus a little. I get a better sense of what's happening and of what matters. I organise my thoughts into something coherent.
My medicine degree is nearly over. I am exhausted. I am not enjoying it as much as I thought I would. I am ready to stop. At the same time, I am so grateful. I have been given a great gift, to be doing what I do.
My lot is a worthwhile lot. And medicine is not the only thing that matters. I hope I come to appreciate these truths more and more throughout my life.