15 days to finals.
It’s been a while… Time often is discussed within my musings and is something that I lose more frequently than I’d care to admit. My brain wanders, getting lost in the promise of the future, planning projects or journeys that I’d like to make; whiling away time, oblivious. But as finals draw closer, I’m acutely aware of how little time I have. Soon, if all goes well, I’ll have successfully completed my last set of medical school exams and I will be beginning work in a new city, moving in with the person I love, and I’ll be a doctor. Which is terrifyingly exciting!
Medical school has been a long, but exciting journey. I’ve learnt more about myself than I realised I would; I now know who I am, and what’s important to me. I’ve understood the importance of being ready; as previously discussed, my 17 year old self was devastated that I ‘wasn’t good enough’, but now I know that I just wasn’t ready and that life had a different path laid out… I will strive to no longer place my worth on exam results, but on how I am as a human. I am determined on achieving the best I can in the things that I love. But mostly, I am driven to look after myself more than I have given myself time for in the past… the last few years have left a bitter taste of anxiety and low mood. It’s taken me far too long to notice it, but now, I hope for change and looking after myself in the lead up to (and post) finals is the most important thing I can do. Better late than never ‘ey?