Been feeling kinda restless lately. Not that I don't enjoy my free time & being, somewhat, a 'lady of leisure', as some might put it. But perhaps its the guilt complex in me, or the work ethic that's been drilled into me from school days, through med school & internship & through my working life that in order to be a productive citizen of society, one has to work & contribute to the economy.
I thought that I had gotten over it last year in the first few months of non-working life. But I guess I haven't. This feels slightly different, though. I know that there has to be more to life than lounging by the pool, reading novels, having foot massages/facials, watching matinees in a non-crowded theatre or going to The Sale Worth Waiting For at Robinson's at off-peak hours. There are probably tai-tai's out there who would disagree, but I'm not one of them. (I do appreciate the luxury of being able to linger over a leisurely lunch with a friend without having to worry about rushing back to the clinic to clear the post-lunch crowd.)
However, the thought of going back to clinical practice is still quite abhorrent to me. In fact it evokes a rather unpleasant fluttery feeling in my stomach just thinking about it. I'm just not ready yet. I need to find something to do other than Practise Medicine. What that something is, I have yet to discover.