I am leaving academic medicine for the 2nd time in my life.
I am walking away from the combination of job duties I love most:
Service
Teaching
Research
I didn’t leave because I felt disrespected or unacknowledged as a Black faculty member.
That was the 1st time.
I left this time because I had to.
I had to stop putting everyone else first while throwing myself under the bus.
I had to refrain from running into brick walls that I knew were not moving or capable of being toppled over.
I had to accept that my healing is important too.
I had to acknowledge that I have yet to truly grieve over my deceased father.
I had to admit that #COVID19 has changed me.
I had to stop to catch my own breath instead of only helping everyone else catch theirs.
I had to realize I was exhausted and needed a break.
I had to respect that my candor, transparency and passion are strengths, not weaknesses.
I had to listen to my heart instead of my head this time.
I had to be reminded that I am the asset.
I had to reaffirm that institutions, not individuals,, are expendable.
I had to embrace that I am neither a robot nor a worker bee.
I had to allow myself space to rejuvenate and room to grow.
I had to recognize that I am powerful beyond my wildest dreams.
I had to leave to rediscover me.
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