#513

This past weekend has been about "The Correction," the great big realization about how little I have done to build my career (no publications in the last several years, no research projects, no contacts established, no idea of what I want to do when I grow up), about how sloppy your work gets when you're struggling to keep the home fires burning and bright (or putting out the fires, as the case may be), and about how very much you miss your patients after they die.

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Funnily enough, my safe space has always been Iceland. My mother's family is from the tiny island, and I visited once in March when I was 20. I'm 30 now, and Tom and I are planning a trip to Europe in March, and part of me dreams of spending a few days on the tiny island grounding myself.

For now, I'll enjoy the following pictures.