A lesson?

My thesis is drowning me. Slowly and insidiously, it's started to occupy all my waking and sleeping hours. And it really doesn't seem all that important any more. Will it change clinical practice? Unlikely. Why couldn't I have achieved more in the thirty six moths of slog? Do I have the maturity to overcome this mental stagnation?

And yet, with two months until returning to medicine, I'm also excited again, intoxicated by the promise of a new challenge. Questions of inadequacy will always be my companions, but maybe there are simpler paths to a a more enriching life.