Hey everyone! Another blog post sharing my reflections again. For the past year, I struggled to get in tune with my thoughts to be able to reflect and share them. But these last few weeks, I haven’t been able to stop writing. It’s a sudden change, but I’m glad. I definitely missed journaling and sharing my reflections. I feel as though with all of the changes with AI, propaganda, and external voices it’s hard to tell what thoughts actually are mine. Journaling and writing on here is a good break from all of that.
When I think about my most memorable road trip, no long hours in a car really comes to mind. Instead, I think about the 15 minute ride to the testing center before my MCAT, which felt like eternity. I think of the drive to my college with my parents when they were about to drop me off in my dorm for the first time. I think of the drive to the airport before my first trip out of my hometown without my parents.
But I think the most memorable road trip I’ve ever had isn’t even one on the road at all, but just a journey of growth and maturation. I’d have to say that the most memorable road trip I’ve been on (and currently am still on) is the journey to becoming a doctor.
On this journey, I’ve had so many highs and lows: new friends, failed tests, memorable patient interactions, and rejections from important companies and schools. I’ve learned important lessons in gratitude as I’ve worked with patients who reminded me that my health is limited in time and that I should take care of myself. I’ve grown my self-confidence through the pain of failing and getting back up again. I’ve learned to ask others for help, since it’s rarely possible to get into medical school without the support of family, friends, and mentors around you. I’m currently learning to sit with discomfort in the unknown and accept things however they may work out.
It’s very anxiety-inducing to know that I might not get into medical school this year after everything I’ve gone through to get here. But while talking about this with my mom, she encouraged me to remember everything that I struggled with to get here and how it ended up okay. The failures and rejections that gave me many sleepless nights barely affect me anymore. The worries that disturb me today might not matter a few months to a year from now.
I hope for anyone reading this that you feel a sense of comfort if you’re also going through a hectic journey.
Love,
Moesha.
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