It’s 5am on Match Day and I’m anxious. Today my fellow fourth year medical students will open an envelope at noon stating where they'll go for the step in becoming fully independent doctors.
The last eight years of extreme studying is finally paying off. But at the same time, the unknown is looming further forward. My life has been a series of planning, anticipating roadblocks, and then looking for the next step. Perhaps as a life coping mechanism, I make plans for the next few weeks, months, and years.
But I’m running out of ideas for the next step. What should I do next?
...
... just breath.
