I’m going to be a doctor in seven years time. No giving up. No giving in.
In three years I’m going to know this body we all have to the best of my ability, and I’ll start using that to make ill people better.
Not just that, though. I’ll use the personality I was born with to show compassion and care and empathy; I’ll be comfort to people I can’t make better.
I am so goddamn excited for this future as a medic. A future where I can stand straight with my head held high, even with a three year age gap between me and my colleagues.
Seven years start tomorrow; I can’t wait to start the countdown.
youkillme-inagoodway said: I love you, angel!
I love you too xx
I’m one lucky girl 😘
I posted that quote from possibly my favourite movie a while ago now…
I said that’s what my life would be like if I ever gave up football…
When I did give it up I didn’t think about it for many months, but it seems to have crept up on me. I watch women’s football and just miss the game. Because I was good. Because when I play football with the kids at youth club I love it. Because I can still make an EXCELLENT lofted pass.
Once you’re into a sport, that’s it. Only sports people will understand that, really… Kelly Holmes for example. She became depressed and self-harmed when she couldn’t hit that track.
It’s the competition… That determination to run down your opponent and beat them to the ball. It’s that safe anger. That explosion. Shit. The winning. And losing. Just fucking playing!
Maybe it’s time I go back to it. Maybe it’ll make me a better person.