Checking In

I don't know about you, but sometimes there are blogs that I stumble across and they just seem kind of sad and lonely. They contain the musings of a person who seems to have gone off and forgotten of their existence. I often wonder how that person is now, (whether they're okay really), how their thought processes have changed, and whether it really would be so hard for them to just come back and add a little update from time to time. So, dear reader, if you have stumbled across this little corner of the internet, here is an update from me.

Yes, I'm very much alive and well. I've moved several times since the last post was written and I no longer live in my beloved city of Boston. However, let's just say my horizons have expanded. I love living in the great state of Texas, and I'm looking at another move within the next few months. This time, I'm moving to begin medical school, where, true to the title of this blog, I imagine that I will be doing much more than completing problem sets. I'm no longer the quiet introvert who came here in college to process her thoughts. I think I will very much always be an introvert, but I've learned over the years that putting yourself out there can really make others feel comfortable and help build relationships. That's mainly what I do at work right now, and I think it'll be important in my future work as a doctor. I'm excited about being able to pursue my dreams, but I also recognize that it will be a long, hard slog ahead. So if you come across this post in the next few years, chances are that at any given moment I will either be studying or working. I do promise to sleep - it's not only for the weak!

Springtime?

I’m sitting at the library, looking out at the Charles, with its million sparkling diamonds skipping over the surface. In front of me, the tiny leaves are convinced that the Boston winter has finally come to an end. They are still tentative, yellow in hue, but I know that soon, they will grow in confidence and turn green, bringing color back to the city.

Paper Scraps #2

Writer's Rights

As a writer

I reserve the right

To write and then erase

To create and take back

These thoughts that

Once let loose, captured

On paper may remain

I only wrote this because the words were tumbling around in my brain and I just couldn't resist using the homonyms in the same sentence. Read into the meaning of the poem as you will.