Instead, my mind was racing so fast it felt like a race car moving too fast to make the turn. Feeling the forces pull you straightforward as you fight to turn the wheel and correct the course. Veering slightly up onto two wheels, sensing the impending doom of the crash that hasn't yet happened yet. The race of feeling overwhelmed.
It can be easy to feel that our buckets get constantly emptied by the demands of life. At times, it can be hard find the time and space to refill that bucket - wouldn't it be so nice if we could refill our own buckets, as easily as we can fill basket full of chocolate & jellybeans?
As a doctor, do I actually celebrate Doctors’ Day? Do I think I should be celebrated and honored for my work? My service? My sacrifices?
I spent more time than I would like to admit thinking about this post. Thinking about what this day actually means to me. As I contemplate Doctors’ Day, I cannot help but think back to how I appreciate the OTHER doctors in my life.
No one wants to be laughed at or dream in a way that seems so far fetched it is impossible. Yet, the line stayed with me. I pondered over it and let it was over my mind like waves on a beach. Repetitive, simple, yet just as a water can erode rock, the thought took on more meaning.
Today is National Women Physicians Day. It is a day that is full of inspiring stories of the trailblazing women who are the reason I was able to attend medical school, the women who demonstrated bravery and courage to raise their hand, be heard and make many of the discoveries that have laid the foundation for medicine as we know it today.