Thursday, July 14, 2011

My Narrow Room

In his sonnet, Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent's Narrow Room, Wordsworth describes the paradoxical liberation of having limits. The cells of a nun, though tiny, can still admit God just as the restrictive form of the sonnet can still accommodate the greatest imagination.

Likewise, my life started out at Versailles. I was overwhelmed with the need to open every door and look through every window. I traveled, wrote, acted, explored different careers and places to live. I studied poetry, literature, history, people and science. As I grew up, I gained the freedom to close doors behind me. I meandered through the palace, enjoying beautiful views and then fastening the windows.

I find myself at the end of a long winding corridor, looking into a small room. Of all the choices, careers and life paths, I chose medicine. This narrow chamber shines with light from a beautiful window and is large enough to fit and small enough to focus all the passion, curiosity and adventure I've found in life. I'm coming home to my narrow room and this blog is a chronicle of that journey.


  1. What an interesting way of describing medicine. From my point in the journey, it definitely feels like a narrow chamber at times. Looking forward to reading more of your blog.