Utopia

I like being alone...I love the feeling...soothing thoughts...a world of reveries....a utopia not polluted with menial trivia of everydays humdrum existence.

Im lost in my own world these days...stressed would be an understatement...but this too shall pass...I recently resigned at work and it felt absolutely fantabulous...its just waiting the for the approval thats boring me..

In the meantime Im registering for my American Board exams to begin the first step of applying to the toughest surgery residency program out there to train me into becoming the best plastic surgeon I can be.

Ive also been reading alot this summer...my summer list was brimming with titles that I will continue to read through to early fall...

Im loving the Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini a raw and emotional story of a man who returns to his native Afghanistan still under Taliban rule to right a longstanding wrong and rescue his childhoods friend son..I cant wait for the movie adaptation thats due to be released this winter...

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Also interestingly is the book "The spiral staircase; My climb out of darkness" by renowed neosprituallyreligious author Karen Armstrong who gives readers a stunningly poignant account about the nature of spiritual growth.

And I absolutely cannot cannot stop without mentioning Elisabeth Gilbert's memoirs 'Eat...Pray..Love' a lighthearted but deep account of recovery...discovery and spiritual soul searching...her exuberance and witty humour had me laughing out loud as I followed her journey across the lush backdrops of Italy..India and Bali and reinspired my belief that passion will always be your guiding light.

Welcome to Insomnia

Tonight seems to be pretty slow and peaceful...been like that for a while...its a lazy summer and I eagerly wait for the begining breezes of winter...
I miss the snow...growing up there'd always be snow every winter and Id press my nose to the window as a child waiting for mom to go upstairs so that I could run off in the night and see if the snowman we built that day would come alive with magic....
I always wanted to grow up so that noone would ever tell me when to go to bed...here I am...wishing I had that childhood back...wishing those dreams and stories and fairytales really were true...when all wasnt well we would hide into our beds under the covers to a lullaby...
As adults we have the voices of our thoughts in the silence of another insomniac night..

Here are my memoirs...