750 miles today. I spent a lot of that time rocking out to Daft Punk and listening to someone read Dan Brown’s new book to me.
Early in the day, I stopped in Salt Lake City to visit a few more old friends from school who opened up their own practice. I took them by surprise and they were pretty happy to see me and show me around. I never realized how beautiful the area is until I saw it in the daylight. A giant mountain, rising up from nowhere, taking up half the sky. It’s really worth seeing.
I had more time to think again, of course, about my relation to Chiropractic. One thing I have always felt that separated me from the rest of the students at school is that I have never felt compelled to heal the world. Everyone else around me has this powerful mission to serve those around them, to sacrifice themselves for the sake of the world, and I have never felt it in me.I certainly wish to help people, but for me it has always been about helping my friends, family and their loved ones.
As I looked back, I realized that the one constant motivation I have had has always been a loyalty to Chiropractic itself. My father was a Chiropractor, graduated less than a year after my birth. He was never able to teach me much about it before he fell ill and passed away due to a stroke, especially since I was in boarding school during most of my adolescent years. Still I held this loyalty, a conviction that Chiropractic was worth something.
I have been in Chiropractic College for over three years. I am coming to the end of the academic portion and have yet to even begin my clinical experience. I have been feeling burnout increasingly since the second year. I am scared and intimidated by Clinic, but I think that I will find something in it once I fully commit to it.
I took some more pictures while driving, mostly of the SLC mountains and the Wyoming snow-covered towns and cliffs.
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