A short midnight car ride

This is going to sound absolutely bizarre, but I had somewhat of a realization today. I was in this random Waffle House late at night, and this woman was talking with us about her sister's baby shower and her birthday as she was serving us. As we left, I went to write a little note on the receipt (as I often do), and then we got in the car. We are driving back, and then it hits me: I want to work with real people. Not in the ER, and prescribing medicine, and doing everything so technical and specific. And that is when I realized that what makes me happy is being and connecting with other people. I started thinking about all of the times I poured energy into things that I didn't truly care about, only for it to be for the other people in my life and not myself. But the people we love don't care about a title for us, or the prestige of a career. They care that it makes us happy, that it makes us feel fulfilled and important and valuable. The people we love want us to do things for ourselves. And I understand this feels like some cliche claim to 'my calling', but it truly is a special and wonderful thing to learn that we have to pour our energy into things that give us strength, things that revive us. And perhaps, that is why I am not happy and doing as well in school as I would like to; because I am not doing what I love. We have to perform little acts of love for ourselves everyday, and the most important thing is making the right choices for us. Deep down, we know what we want all along, even if we fail to acknowledge it. There is probably little value in this for others, but if anyone is reading this and takes anything from it, it should be to do things for yourself, to trust and acknowledge how you truly feel and focus on what you love. Though life may seem long and short and at times everything in between, it is certainly too short to not spend every day doing what you love.