On Staying Humble

Dim the lights while the music pulses through these veins. A cozy haze with the distant clinks of glass and garbled conversation while the artists pour their soul to fill the room. “We are spirit bound to this flesh”

It was just a casual night out to support a friend’s cover band at a dive bar after my first week as a third year medical student in rotations… and yet the scribblings on the bathroom walls felt like a gentle hug from the universe that reminded me “we are born of one breath, one word / we are all one spark, sun becoming”

The titles I am pursuing can be heavy: Student Doctor / Leader / Healer / Mother… and yet I am comforted by the fact that I am only human. That even though I seek to expand my knowledge every day in these roles, I still have as much wisdom within me as some random drunk person in the bathroom of a dive bar in Seattle scribbling their thoughts onto the bathroom wall.

“I’ve seen half of G*d’s face here, the other half is you”

Above the success I wish to acquire with these titles, I prioritize the humble skill of quieting my biases and preconceived notions so that I can always hear the wisdom in the moment, no matter the source.

I am in love with the simplistic sacredness of being human, of experiencing the grunge of imperfection. I am in love with seeing the world through my unique lens of perception and learning how to add to and augment that lens through the example of those around me, both known beloveds and strangers alike.

As I continue to move through inevitable grief, joy, uncertainty, and adversity, I remember that there is a wellspring of gratitude within me that replenishes each time I slow down enough to be truly present in each moment.