Greener grass

I think part of the difficulty with having a job you love is that it makes it very difficult to think rationally about major life decisions. I really do love my job, but my life is otherwise like plain yogurt. It has no flavor. I get no pleasure out of it.

So here I am, with every possible reason to move and start fresh, live an honest to God adventure, but I am at the same time deeply conditioned to patterns and caution. The same things that make me good at being an internist are simultaneously the qualities that lead me to live a bland and milquetoast existence. 

Recently, I had a couple patients retire and move. They've been with me for several years, and I will really miss them, but I will not miss them as much as I will envy them, because for some people, life is an adventure. But not for me.