When I moved to the UK, almost two years ago, I was surely set for a great adventure, a long term travel that felt more like a life change and a quest for a new place to call home. Or maybe an extension of my home’s perimeter, given that I’d never give up on my roots and identity.
Identity itself is probably been the key to all my recent struggles. This transition took a lot away from me. Altough I was enthusiastic, it was a shock on so many levels at the same time. My CV suddenly wasn’t as valuable as it was before, my degree counted even less, and, understandably, I had to patiently demonstrate my qualities to the people I have been working with; It was a slow but constant process. Untill I had to swich job and I had to start all over again. To be honest this is absolutely fine for me, I know this is part of the game.
Nonetheless, the lack of any career progression and the colossal failure on my application this year, mixed with the lovely atmosphere of dullness and psycological malaise anyone can relate to at the moment, has contributed massively to undermine and shake my sense of identity.
Suddenly, or not so suddenly, I found myself out of a surgical career, in a country where I count not much more than a zero, with no job offers after August, no academic plan, a screwed up application resulting in a paralyzing fear and loss of sense of self-worth.
IN THE LIGHT OF THIS…
I am still set for a great adventure.
I know that the greatest things are waiting for me, but only if I work and believe hard enough.
I know that beyond this dullness, frustration and fear there comes a phase with plenty of passion, purpose and serenity.
If I open my mind, express gratitude, and nourish my inner potential, I feel I am as wide as the entire universe.
It’s not simply gonna be fine, it’s gonna be great, and I can’t even imagine how much, now.
I will never, never… Never give up.