Everything Happens for a Reason...

I’ve frequently heard it said that throughout life there are multiple turning points, my latest has led me here.

Having written a diary in the past but letting that slip away amidst the stresses of studying medicine, blogging was always something I wanted to do but never really had the time for, my mind was too busy being scientific to be freely creative.

With medicine now merely more than an experience in my book of life - and for now mild sting in my rear end (although I’m really hoping that will pass) – what better opportunity to share (and vent just a tad) than while I spend my time wondering what the hell I’m going to do next, other than apparently start a blog.

You’d think that having just been kicked off the course I’ve spent the past two years on, and two years prior to that working to get on, I’d be a shell of a human but ultimately, I follow two main principles in life:

• Do what you think is right
• Everything happens for a reason

And that’s how I have the current mindset of ‘clearly I was meant to do medicine for a bit but not forever’ – and a tad of f*** you to my institution, but that’s more to do with the context of my departure than the departure itself. I have no doubt I shall come to that soon.

For me medicine was so all-consuming that after my snap decision to try becoming a doctor I never really considered what else I may like to do as a profession, nursing just doesn’t float my boat – which may suggest that I wasn’t actually cut out to be a doctor – and pharmacy while interesting, drug names have always been my weakest subject within medicine, so devoting my life to them just seems idiotic.

When I was younger I went through all of the classics, sadly being a princess professionally appears to be out of the question (although HUGE shout out to my boyfriend for allowing me to be as close as most could come – again I’m sure there will be more on him later) and as I can neither sing, dance or act so does being famous – I’ve thought about doing it Kim K style but it seems I have too many morals.

Languages were always a stronger area for me (not to brag but I got full UMS in my GCSE Spanish…!) so being able to use that skill would be good and I am a very organized (and some may say controlling) person so managerial work or something that would utilize those skills is ideal. Medicine, although destroyed my health entirely for a brief period, has significantly increased my confidence, so at this point, I’m ready to give anything a go.

I look forward to seeing where both this writing journey and my journey into adulthood and the world of work takes me. Now I should put my new writing ‘skills’ to better use and update my CV – maybe leaving out the whole kicked out of med school thing…