I am standing at the end, at the beginning.
I never thought of my life beyond medical school. Sure, the "someday I'll have kids" stuff, but I never really gave true consideration to my life after today.
I have jumped off of some life-cliffs in my time. Times where I felt fear at taking that step, fear and exhilaration as if I was standing on the edge of a cliff. I always took that next step -- I always felt the free-fall before I landed into my new position/routine/school. Voluntarily. Because I had to. Jump off of the cliff to get to the goal: become a doctor. Everything was a step towards my goal. Every fall only temporary.
Weird how goals sometimes get reached.
Today I feel the breeze. My metaphorical hair is blowing but I don't feel the cliff. For the first time, I see before me a road and I am standing in the grass. All I have to do is step on.