Yesterday morning, for the first time, I visualized myself potentially
having to move for residency. You see, I have this master plan of one day
becoming a surgeon, a really caring and meticulous one, and I know that
ultimately I will follow that ideal wherever it takes me. I started to search
for programs online, typing in “so you want to be a surgeon,” and as if fate
felt the need to tease me, Google auto filled my request with:
Really? Why is surgery third on this list…and is wizard still a
legitimate option?
The difficulty here in part arises from the fact that husBen also has a
blossoming career on the near horizon (after he passes the bar) and although I
know that good love is wrought with sacrifice, I am weary to demand the first
big one be made for me. Surely we knew what we were getting ourselves into when
we signed up for this….
So is it merely the fear of the unknown that holds me down with a giant
thumb, pinning me to the limited plan I myself have written? With a little
reorientation of perspective, I know that husBen and I will land on our feet
(wherever this whirlwind of effort takes us) as long we trust in the larger
plan for our life that we thankfully do not govern. This will be fun…right?!
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