Forward.

Sitting there, looking at carpets I could not afford, I got an email on my Blackberry from the Northern Ontario School of Medicine.  They told me that I did not get into medical school.  Again.  It was my second rejection from that school, after interviewing once in 2007 and again in 2011.  I had flown to Thunder Bay from Kabul three months earlier to interview.  I was pleased with my work.  They were not.

Two years ago, I finished medical school.  Three days ago, I finished my residency in family medicine and I am now licensed to practice independently.  I start my clinic in two days and ER work in two weeks.

After my second rejection, I doubled down.  I left my work in Afghanistan so I could take more courses so I could rewrite the MCAT so I could apply to more schools.  At the same time, I applied to schools in New Zealand and the Caribbean.  I could afford none of this.  I didn’t know if it would work.  I was really scared but bullish in the way one can be in their mid-20s.  I got into the Michael G. DeGroote School of Medicine in May 2012.  I am not exactly sure how.  I feel lucky.  It’s probably too late for them to change their minds. 

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Sunday reads: Doing My Best Apparel and Robin Williams

It is exhausting to think of every part of life as a competition against yourself.  So I don't.  I do my best and sometimes that is better than before and sometimes it isn't.  It's all ok.  This way of being is compatible with being interested in new personal bests, but it demands a shame-free approach to goal setting...and goal smashing.  

With that I've launched a small shop devoted to the idea of Doing My Best featuring tees, tanks, totes, posters and mugs.  I hope you enjoy. 

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