Medical School

When I was 17, spending 5 years in medical school, 4 years in residency, and 10 years paying off my student loans didn't faze me. But that was when wrinkles, fine lines, and age spots were nothing. That was when I could read fine print in the dark and stay up until 4am cramming for exams scheduled for 9am the next morning.

Let's face it.

At almost-25 now, I feel that I am getting old.

I looked in the mirror this morning and saw an extra crease under my eye. Creases were not made to be under the eye. They are supposed to sit in the exact and precise crevice right above the eye, on the eyelid.

But more importantly, I am beginning to see that I want more in life than a satisfying job. Sure, having the job of my dreams is satisfying. But at the end of the day, when you go home, what is it really that warms your heart?

I want to spend as much time as possible with my husband. I want to have kids. Not one kid, but kids. I want to be the type of mother who is always there for school concerts and piano recitals. I want to make dinner for my husband every night. I want to have weekends free for my family. I want a type of happiness that can only be possible when I am surrounded by those I love more than by people who need me.

Maybe I don't want to be a doctor that much after all.

So not looking forward to May 15.

How many people do you think reject medical school offers based on the reason of: "No thank you, but I just don't want to be a doctor anymore."???????????