When I was young, I had a vision of what ‘perfect’ looked like.
In the vision, I work hard to become the doctor I was always “destined” to be (as a first generation immigrant, you bet your butt it’s where the mishpucha always thought I’d be headed). In this vision, I also marry a smart, successful man and, between us, we have a handful of mischievous, yet surprisingly lovable, kids. Those children are also, of course, naturally gifted, having been passed on those “perfect” genes. Oh, & I also somehow evolve into this ridiculously amazing mom (bear with the vision, folks), like the kind that whip up dinner without even being at home.
In 2020, I made a big announcement and said goodbye to the clinical career I always thought I’d retire in.
I became a nomad (man, writing that out is pretty scary!)
Armed with curiosity, a desire to dive into untapped creative mediums (the digital world particularly fascinates me) and newfound skills in communication, marketing, and design, I felt.. reborn.
Am I still reeling from my decision?
Of course. It hasn’t been easy.
But it’s also been incredibly mind-blowing.
The best part of it all is that, midlife, my story seems to have only just begun. As the pages of my book unfold, I’m becoming farther from perfect than ever before.
Maybe “imperfect” is exactly what I needed all along.
That's my backstory, in a nutshell. This website will house all of my public projects. It's all part of an imperfect life that I'm living out after medicine.