Rapid Decompression

I felt this Against Me! song was fitting. Especially with the whole "how much is too much" line. I finally got to that point this week. As is evident from my posts on here talking about how much I am hating life and how I don't think I'll survive. After much soul-seeking, talking to my family, friends, other people that have been in my position, people in other labs, people with similar goals, I finally came to a decision. I want to be a Doctor. I don't want to be a researcher. Research is something extra, which is fun and which pays the bills right now. However, I don't need to be there 30+ hours a week. What finally gave me the epiphany that I don't need to be there as much as I have been there was after spring break.

 Finally, this week I got to the point where I just had to walk into my PI's office, tell him the situation, and finally tell my mentor I couldn't keep up the pace. I don't care that I get paid. You can't put a price tag on time. Having the time AND ENERGY to take care of your studies and yourself is priceless. Needless to say, this week I only have to go in for my meeting and to take some samples. I could not be happier!