An inventory of 2011

12.31.11 | Comment?

Even though the past six months have flown by and I feel that it can’t possibly be time for this, or perhaps *because* of how quickly things happened, I might need to reflect, if only for a few minutes. Many of these answers are the same from year to year, which either means I’m not growing, I’m living in my own personal Groundhog Day, or I’m incredibly consistent. Yes, that.

Keeping the tradition alive…

In 2011, I gained a deeper appreciation for my colleagues.

I lost my external hard drive. And, intentionally, a bunch of stuff that was taking up space. So I gained some space, but then we moved to a smaller place, so I lost that. Hmm. I also lost some inhibitions; that’s good. And 80 points of total cholesterol by eating more veggies!

I stopped worrying so much about what other people think. (And will have stopped playing Zombie Cafe. Will have stopped. It’s still on my devices. Yes, plural. It’s a franchise. DON’T JUDGE ME.)

I started direct patient care.

I was hugely satisfied by recognizing a little confidence and experience can be very freeing.

And frustrated by balancing my responsibilities (same as the last two years).

I am so embarrassed that our apartment is constantly a wreck. But we’re working on it.

Once again, I resolved to stop biting my nails.

Once again, I bit my nails.

The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is my hair is longer.

The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is a thicker skin.

I loved being with Zoe, being in the OR, working in the pedi clinic, and baking.

Why did I spend even two minutes worrying about the small stuff? (Repeat, but a good reminder: don’t sweat the small stuff!)

I should have spent more time being 100% present with whatever I’m doing. (Also a repeat.)

I regret rushing to 40% of my scheduled activities. And being distracted.

I will never regret quality time spent with Zoe.

I worried way too much.

I didn’t exercise nearly enough.

My internal medicine rotation nearly drove me crazy.

The most relaxing place I went was the Hermann call room.

Why did I stress so much?

The best thing I did for someone else was care.

The best thing I did for myself was power through.

The best thing someone did for me was encourage me to power through.

The one thing I’d like to do again, but do it better, is Disney World!

Happy New Year!

(Fill-in-the-blank template from Mary Schmich at The Chicago Tribune)

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