Reflecting on the end of my residency is impossible without reflecting on my life.
I knew I wanted to be a physician when I was 5 years old. Whether by parental grooming or destiny, I proudly proclaimed my intents throughout my childhood. I fondly look back on my teenage years spent accumulating accolades to “beef up” my resume and make me stand out in the sea of “outstanding scholars.” My mother always beamed with pride when detailing my GPA and community service efforts.
Something shifted while I was in college. The only career path I’d ever known and the core