At an interview for residency last week I was embarrassed and slightly ashamed of an answer I had to a question I was asked. What would I be if I couldn't be a doctor...or a writer? That's when the two simple words formed in the swirl of my biggest dreams and gushed onto my too quick lips.
Ski bum.
I was mortified that the words had flown from my mouth. Where was the super impressive overachieving anxiety ridden older child that typically roars her head at these types of encounters with adults and their questions pregnant with proud assumptions. She had stepped out of the room and I had slipped. Let the real me out. Biggest dream, to become a ski bum. But I guess that's the point of the interview, to get to know the person. So I got to know myself. And I realized then that I'm not a let down. I'm me.
