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When I quit my job as a practicing physician, it was because I had to. I’d tried to retrofit medicine to me, for eight years, and couldn’t ever get the shoe to fit. I could not be happy and practice medicine. I had to surrender and admit, “I. don’t. Want. To. do. this”.

That surrender happened five months ago. And what’s happened since (the true gift of leaving medicine), has surprised me:

For most of med school and residency, my life was tinted with a begrudging tone. Just to be okay every day, to fight that current of medicine, it required relentless battling.

There were small consequences of this:
I used to yawn… All… the… time! One missed night of sleep through my life into disorder. I am very grateful to my wife for her patience during this period. I was annoying to myself.

There were also big consequences, for example:
Anywhere I went, it was hard to be present. Because of the fight in the clinic or hospital to keep my soul on life support, I lost myself outside the hospital. The fight continued in all aspects of my life. This is fractured living.

In my first newsletter, I wrote about the day where I realized the battle was over, about a month after I quit, when my wife andI attended a wedding which required a crosscountry flight at 5AM to New Orleans (eastern travel takes no prisoners). In the past, I would have made it through but begrudgingly. Not because I didn’t want to be at the wedding. Not because of lack of excitement at traveling, no. Because I had nothing left in the tank from allday current fighting, all the time. Inside a job that wasn’t refilling my tank, I had to ration my resources. The trip would threaten survival as I’d known it for eight years.

On that trip—one month after I’d quit my job—I was just tired and loved it all. I wasn’t scared of losing me, of not having enough in the tank. I had an extra coffee, an extra beignet, and we celebrated a beautiful wedding weekend.

My days are better now. Hugs are warmer. Conversations are richer. Because I love what I’m doing again, it gives me energy back, which I get to pour into my life. I never worry about draining my tank. I’m yawning less. Present more.

Leaving medicine gave me my life back, all I sought for 8 years).

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