I have never really had to commit. Not commit commit you know. Not that I can’t commit to something. Obviously I can. I’ve committed to toughing out four years of college plu four more years of medical school plus five more years of residency/fellowship training, right? I have committed to toughing it out in a mouse infested apartment during the two years of fellowship. I am committed to living on meagre self imposed wages as an attending so as to pay down student loans and ratchet up savings to a level they should be at. But commit commit? For the foreseeable future? And beyond? With no end date? That’s. Just. Something. Else!
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A lover of mangoes. A woman - smart, without pretense, lefthanded, Afropolitan - navigating this thing called life. An unapologetic believer in social justice and karma. Choosing to radiate positive energy and be true to myself. Here, my musings.
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