I was recently told I was brainwashed and oblivious. I didn’t take it too personally because it was part of a righteous monologue before I really even entered the conversation. It was kind of like “these are the facts and you’re too brainwashed and oblivious to see them.” Nonetheless, accusations like these warrant an investigation … More You might not be right.
I have a little dream-box on the nightstand next to my bed. It was a gift. The idea is to write down your dreams, put them in the box and they will seep into your every human fiber as you enjoy a lovely night of golden slumbers. Then when you wake up, you make that … More I threw a dream in the garbage.
I remember pulling into the parking garage, turning off my car and sitting in the silence, thinking, “Maybe this would all be so much easier if I just wasn’t alive anymore.” I starting thinking about all of the things that kept me going, the things that helped me push forward, the things that made all … More James conquers nuts.
I was crying the first time I saw a Georgia sunset. It was absolutely stunning. The sky was alive with blues, purples, oranges, magentas. And I hated it. I thought it was ugly and I didn’t want to even acknowledge that someone might consider it beautiful. I was finishing my one-way drive from Portland, Oregon … More Even when it hurts, smile.
I had the honor of being chosen as the class speaker for the NUNM graduating class of 2017. The transcript and video of the speech are below.
I cried in the middle of a class. Again. That’s happened more than I would’ve expected in my life. This time, it was a Friday morning, before a really important exam. In medical school, we have these yearly exams to make sure that we kind of know what we’re doing when it comes to patient … More Maybe you are actually something special.
You were made to dream. Made to believe. Made to have unbreakable faith. You were made to put everything you have into something. Made to count on it. To rely on it. To know it will always be there. You were made to be wrong. You were made to be let down. Made to question … More Don’t forget what you were made for.
I’ve always hated running. It’s a reasonable hatred, I think. When I was younger, I had a bunch of health problems, including asthma, which made running a truly painful experience. Every time I ran, my lungs felt like they were being set on fire and ripped out of my chest, I was immediately struck with … More I ran until I cried.
“I think I’ve given up on being a doctor. Med school (on the ridiculous off chance that I was miraculously accepted) would be a nightmare. I hate tests. I suck at tests. That’s all med school is – tests.” That’s a little excerpt from my journal in 2011 while I was still working on my … More Well, I’m still a terrible doctor.
I read the first chapter of a self-help book yesterday and it shattered my view of the world. Now, I’ve read plenty of self-help books in my day. It’s a hobby of mine, I suppose. Books on being a better writer, musician, building confidence, charisma, how to have better conversations, study more effectively. The list … More I’m a recovering ‘nice guy’.