As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?
I can remember, for as far back as my memory allows me to go, wanting to be a doctor. It wasn’t the science that drew me in, rather it was the healing and the nurturing that appealed to me. I remember whenever my young friends would get scraped or beat up, I would run home to get a warm facecloth, bandaids and hydrogen peroxide, all used to put them back together. Blood and open wounds never bothered me, I never went so far as to set a broken bone, but I did fashion myself a splint or two for my sprained fingers over the years. I also was the queen of splinter removal, I did it quickly and painlessly.
My failure became a reality due to my complete disbelief in myself and my capabilities, I let my insecurities and fear dictate my life for most of my youth. If ever there was a lesson my present-day self could give my younger self, it would be to go for my dreams no matter what, it wouldn’t matter which university, which medical school I went to, the most important part would be becoming a healer; chemistry, biochemistry and every other nightmare of a class would eventually be passed, the details didn’t have to overshadow the bigger picture.
My mother read me an article about a women who just got her medical license at 58 years old; I admire that woman so much. The thought of going back to university and medical school doesn’t appeal to me now, instead I am hellbent on getting published and writing as a career, that is the dream that drives me now. I am not going to allow any negativity to stop me from my goal.