It seems all my life I've been trained to wait for the light at the end of the tunnel.  First it was getting into college, then passing my pre-med classes, then getting into medical school, then not failing out of medical school, then taking boards examinations so that you can be accepted into a residency program.  All of intern year, you are waiting to be an upper level resident while trying not to kill anyone. Then you have to get into a fellowship program for another few years. Then once you finish fellowship, it's either trying to get hired as a faculty member or finding a lucrative private practice that may or may not steal your soul.  And this is what us medical folks call the tunnel.  Sometimes I think of it more like a black hole.  

Nonetheless, I am nearing the end of my tunnel. Finishing my third and final year of residency in internal medicine this year, I am planning to become a geriatrician--one more year of training. Sigh. But instead of waiting until after fellowship to bask in the light outside of the tunnel, I have bought dynamite.  There will be a great explosion, and I will emerge out of the shattered tunnel.  I better get some sunscreen. Throw out those vitamin D supplements. World, here I come!