A Londoner in the North - Day 1

So after a long break from writing I've travelled to 'the North' to do a 2 week stint in GP land and have found some fodder for this here blog. Now I'm a city kid, lived in London all my life and coming this far away from civilisation home is a somewhat daunting process. I've long had a wish to live outside of London in a land where there are green things growing from the ground outside but after today I'm not sure how I'd fare...

Reading for pleasure

I've realised recently that I really want to read a book.

Thanks to the drudgery that is medical school I spend too many hours reading boring PowerPoint slides and textbooks. It is now at the point where I almost despise the idea of doing any more reading than I absolutely have to. Almost.

Then I walked through a bookshop yesterday. An old familiar joy welled up inside me, a smile played about my lips as I gingerly thumbed a couple of books that looked interesting. I long for a story. For people, not nondescript text or information that I just have to memorise.

Ever since getting a shiny new kindle for my birthday last year I have done precious little more reading than I hoped I would. Unfortunately this is the wrong time of year to get into an all consuming reading habit, enjoyable as it would be :(

I think I'll have to settle for small amounts of reading for pleasure scattered in between hours of revision in the library. It might help to keep my spirits up over the next three months.

Broken Promises

A long long time ago I promised you regular posting. I promised you a whole series on my thoughts about passion. I promised to start writing seriously. I promised I would make my life more interesting, more meaningful. I promised I would do things on purpose.

I haven't done any of these things.

I have no excuses. I accept full responsibility for my rubbishness.

But I'm not going to complain (much). I'm getting up, dusting myself off, and moving on.