Thursday, January 01, 2004
It's strange: managed to get through Kenya and Tanzania, including 5 days solo in Nairobi and Mombasa, without getting mugged or robbed - and now I come home and I find one thing missing. My interest in my medical career. It's probably just a small downhill stretch on the road of life or a necessary reality check.
I'm afraid that for the last 9 shifts I have left to work in Australia, I will be reliable, but working without any heart or real interest. All of a sudden I just can't see myself satisfied with being a doctor for the rest of my life. This feeling seems to be happening to all my peers as well. We just can't shake the feeling that if we're unhappy, we should be considering doing something else.
Maybe it's just because I'm planning to travel again soon, or that I'm changing countries (or rather, coming home at last). Maybe all these positive comments about my writing and painting have gone too much to my head. But not for the first time, I'm thinking what if? - what if I just used medicine as a sideline reliable income and had a good go at something else for a while?
email me: piokiwi@yahoo.com.au
Piokiwi 10:02 pm
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