Talking about small stuff.

Perspectives gained in medical school:

1. The little stuff matters.

2. Even in all this structure, it's still necessary to gamble. Maybe even more so.

3. Priorities, priorities.

4. How serious and passionate people can be.

5. And otherwise.

6. Cliques.

So starting with 1.

The little stuff matters:
This, my uncle told me like years ago when I was young. I never really listened to him, sadly. Academic material at med school seems so intuitive when you can imagine it. Like when they're talking about the femur and all the muscles that attach to it. Everything makes sense when I can imagine the movements of the muscles, when I connect it with something I know well in reality. Then when it comes to veins, nerves, and even identifying the muscles in different slides of imaging, it gets so difficult. Intuition has its gaps.

Days can pass in a blur when you repeat them. When there's a schedule and you follow it. Then in those times, the little things seem to bring it all together, give the repeats a meaningful pattern. It's the little kind gestures, free wraps and awesome potluck parties, the little talks, the throwing sessions, cooking for each other.. Thank you, Tassie people. Rae. Isaac. Leo. Claudia. Rachel. Terence. All of you guys. You bring the syncopation in that steady march through the year and I love you for that. (You know right? Even if I am weird and awkward sometimes)(And I go through periods of overthinking that make it hard to talk to me).

When I present in CBL and I run out of words to say, I feel how inarticulate I am. I feel like I don't know anything, when I am wielding words and ideas that I am unused to using. I find that my usual form of thinking is inadequate in expressing myself intelligently. Noticing the little stuff matters, but defining the little stuff matters as well.

I cried once in Tassie. I almost cried one more time. I almost cried, in Melbourne. Actually I did. And then the more I live here on my own, the more I realise how much how much stuff really matters to me. And how important it is to go out and bump the small stuff. I like to specialise. But then the small stuff is important.

So important. Hopefully I can start filling this blog with small stuff, especially happy small stuff, soon.