Does your work define you?

Been thinking about this lately...  when I was in undergrad, and more so, in med school, I clung to the definition of "becoming a doctor."  Perhaps for me it was the First in the Family aspect...  or rather, the "early planning" aspect - the fact that I had been thinking about this since the 5th grade.  But as I have progressed, I have swung to the opposite side.  In my down time, I now avoid the subject.

 I don't want to give advice on my friend's fatigue (really, she is just overworked and sleep-deprived, not b12 deficient, in my opinion), my sister's supposed bunion (err,  hallux valgus  - I am a doctor, after all! Regardless, why doesn't she just stop wearing her high heels everywhere), my sister-in-law's pregnancy woes (quite younger sister-in-law, for some reason a tough pill to swallow as I approach AMA with my sans children life).  This whole doctoring "thing" has been a goal - but beyond that, became my life's purpose.  Now that I am here - here more so than I ever was...  and I finally see that while "balance" was my driving force, how little I ended up letting myself be defined by other things.  

So what am I?

I am a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter.  A [new!] wife.  A lover of poetry, photography, and, well, people.   I adore stories.   A runner... when I can fit it in!  A friend - both new and old.  A confident and an optimist.  A love for the comfort of rituals, while despising the mundane.  A new cat lover!  While being an old dog lover.

I am a family medicine resident.  I love medicine at its best, and want to throw it away at its worst.   I am continuing to go forward.

Onward!