Medical Autobiography
Reading my medical file feels like a nostalgia trip & a mystery both in one. Sherlock Holmes & the case of falling blood pressure.
Reading my medical file feels like a nostalgia trip & a mystery both in one. Sherlock Holmes & the case of falling blood pressure.
There’s a name for my generation. Children of Baby Boomers who arrived some calendar pages too early to be Millenial. Generation X.
I was a high functioning workaholic. A frenzied mind does not have room for joy. It’s hard to answer Are you happy?
I went looking for sunrises years ago. What I found instead was so much beauty and joy in the mayhem.
I wrote this post at the start of this year, having hit 40 and mistaking midlife crisis for twenty twenty vision. What a year 2020 turned out to be.
Real talk is dirty. It’s not that I have forgotten stage fright.
I’m forty this year. I asked myself if my life was a work of art?
I crossed a birthday last month. Joy is getting harder and harder to know.
Who has time to regret the past when a lesson can be gleaned for the future? FOMO life doesn’t allow for regrets.
On the last day of my thirties, I look back at the three mistakes that marked this decade.