Fears and Leaping

6 days. Not counting today, there are 6 full days that separate me from boarding a plane in Minneapolis and beginning the next phase of my life. At this point, ninety percent of the loose ends are tied; all of my necessary medical supplies are purchased, and are either safely in my possession or are in the process of being delivered to me. I have received confirmation of my apartment from my landlord, and requests for arrival information to ensure adequate transportation from the campus of Ross University to my apartment. Home. I have successfully registered for classes. Financial aid is accepted. The checkmarks on my “To-Do” list are nearly complete. It is a moment I have waited 25 years for, and to think it’s almost here is surreal.

Yesterday I was honored to have about 30 people, whom I am privileged to call my friends and family, stop by and wish me luck on my next adventure. Some brought cards and gifts. Others brought their new babies and dogs. Few; however, brought just themselves. We chatted, laughed, and in some cases cried for a short time. After everybody went their separate ways, returning to their own realities, it struck me how absolutely grateful I am for all of these people, and the impact they’ve all had on my life. In some cases, they’ve known me since the day I was born, while in others, just over two years. Despite these time differences, I have never felt so supported and loved. Without the encouragement, inspiration, and challenges presented throughout each of these individual relationships (and the relationships I have with others who were not able to attend yesterday for various reasons), my dream of becoming a doctor would not be possible. For that, I thank each and every one of you who has motivated, challenged, inspired, and most importantly believed in me to make this leap.

As I look forward to the next week of preparations, I anticipate this being my last reflection completed on United States soil; however, my experiences, insights, adventures, trials and tribulations, victories, and defeats will commence as soon as I can upon arriving in Dominica, and will continue on a weekly basis (hopefully more!). :)

For now, I leave you with this question: If you had the chance to overcome a personal fear, what would it be, and what doors of opportunity might open as a result?