I am happy to start off the inevitable barrage of social media nostalgic end-of-the-year posts for you guys. Maybe just read this ONE and then I fully support going underground until 2019. Nobody cares what trash music you listened to this year, so please spare me from seeing yet another ‘Spotify Unwrapped’ screenshot. I have been thinking a lot about the general feeling that this year is ending on, especially compared to last year.
I began 2017 in a weird, unbalanced place; friendships had shifted, relationships had ended, and I was in a hurry to smooth out those kinks. Those knocked me down. I took organic chemistry and didn’t excel as I had hoped. That knocked me down. 2017 ended in a dark place when I was told that my face would likely never get back to where it once was, and that my nerves had stopped regenerating. That knocked me down. I spent the remainder of that year (all of two weeks) feeling defeated by this news, but then it was 2018, and it was time for me to get back up.
2018 was the year of getting back up. I graduated from college. Had 5 surgeries. Presented my own research at two professional conferences. Submitted my first journal publication as a contributing author. I came back for organic chemistry, and I fucking crushed it. I feel like this year has been an overwhelming success, but it wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies. Of those 5 surgeries, 1 failed and 1 was an emergency fix FOR that one that failed. The other three are probably successes, but I will only know that by their lack of failure.
2019 is going to be one hell of a year. It will be the year that i take the MCAT, the year that I apply to medical school. The year that I get my last (hopefully) round of surgeries. There’s no telling how any of those things will go, but the one thing I know is that I am showing up, and I am ready.