Match day: What will I do when I grow up

So, today is the big day!

Life as a clerk is not an easy one (I suppose this will need to go in another post, just for this subject!) The last year and a half was all to make this day possible and most of all, to make it what we want. It is very emotional. In Outlander (in book 2, I believe), there is a saying about men and their babies that goes something like that: "waiting for all the things that might be and all the things that might never be, and weep for not knowing what will come to pass." Today, all emotions are mixed together. I matched to my first choice of specialty and site, and I am very happy about it. But, if I had chosen to rank another hospital, I would have been with other friends that I liked very much, so I have to mourn not being with them. One friend matched to her first choice of specialty and site (to be with her future husband) and when I saw her, she was crying because she loved the other program as well and was sorry not to train in that program. Another friend matched to her first choice of specialty but not her first choice of site, and she was terrified of what will happen to her 6 years-relationship, being 5 hours from home and her boyfriend.

I am not a religious person, but I believe in life, and I am sure life does what is best for you. And I know that we will make the best of whatever match we got.

In any case, whatever is your match, mourning is still a big part of match day.  (SLuckett posted a great text on that a few years ago)

But, for now, let's celebrate, because, when I grow up, I am going to be... a family physician!