I’ve always had trouble with my decision to do Medicine ever since I started Medical school. Being a doctor, was not a profession I ever dreamed of and those around me thought it would have been a waste to delve into the Arts with the subjects I studied and marks I received. This year these feelings hit me really hard. I couldn’t deal with the stress and guilt anymore and stopped attending uni and clinic. I felt inadequate and a fraud for not loving a profession which required “passion” to endure it. I felt defeated.. was this what the rest of my life was going to be like?
I was very lucky to have a supportive group of people around me: my housemates, my boyfriend, my friends who all provided me with encouragement and hope. As 2010 comes to a close, setting goals has been on my mind. I realise I have to stop making excuses: not being good enough, not enough money, fear of disappointment, my parents…
I have to stop whining and start doing! Dreams don’t happen over night, they take years, decades of small steps. In Med we learnt that goals have to be specific to be attainable, ie. I have to plan out my journey in small steps, instead of jumping to the final destination. My insightful housemate told me that I was not stuck. Medicine could be my plan B (a very good plan B), now all I have to do is work on my Plan A. Afterall my dream job may have not been invented yet. Who says a doctor-artist-writer-fashionista is not possible? :)
Dream. Believe. Take action.