Gonnabeadoctor

Been M.I.A. for a while. A week after I stopped working at the hospital, I went back to where I was born and raised, Miami, FL. A week after that, I hopped on a flight to Barcelona, thus beginning my first trip to Europe. From there, my mom, sister, and I began a week-long cruise around the Mediterranean Sea, hitting a ridiculous amount of ports, cities, and city-states (Saw the two smallest countries in the world. Not bad!). When the cruise ended, I hopped on a flight to Prague, where I am now. I’m staying with two good friends from college.

I’m roughly a quarter of the way through my trip, and it’s ridiculous. It would be a cumbersome effort to dictate every thought and emotion I’ve had during the past ten days, so I’ll keep most things unsaid. What I will put into words is the surprising realization that so far, this trip has not made me want to burn all my possessions and become a bohemian jet-setter for the rest of my days. This trip has actually given me focus, and a more potent motivation to become a doctor.

Granted, I have not yet been to Paris (next up) or Amsterdam (after that). I suppose those will be my true tests of determination.

The job’s done. My two years of working as a psychometrician in one of America’s best hospitals have ended. Of course, I have gone through all the physical, mental, and emotional drainage that occurs when you leave behind a job and a group of people you’ve seen almost every day, but, hey… it has to happen.

Now, I have to start simplifying my life. Things have to be thrown away. Physical clutter creates mental clutter, and mental clutter means I may not get a 4.0 in both classes.

It sounds crazy, but I even have to start simplifying my hobbies. Taking pictures and playing piano, I’m keeping those, because I love them. Unfortunately, everything else has to go. My side-interests, my “Hey, I bet I’d be good at that!” mettlings… I simply don’t have enough time. And I’d rather do one or two things I’m passionate about, than spread myself across a multitude of things that I kinda-sorta enjoy. Because, for me, too much crap creates stress and anxiety. Even when it’s good crap!