reflection

we had a session on reflective writing the other day, as part of our fortnightly palliative medicine training sessions. we were each given a fancy notebook with hard covers (!) and then told to write whatever we wanted for half an hour.

it was hard to get started. knowing that i would probably have to read what i've written in front of the other trainees in the group and our facilitator (a palliative care consultant) didn't help. it took me a couple of minutes just to pick a topic that wouldn't invoke too many emotions. i guess i didn't want others to judge me. for all the posturing i do ("i don't care what other people think," i tell myself...) i guess scratch the surface and i'm really still the awkward self-conscious fifteen year-old.

the other thing that made it hard, i thought, was that i "never" do any reflective writing. but then i realised that that hadn't always been the case. this blog consists mainly of reflective writing. listening to what the other people in my group wrote, then to myself reading the dry uninspiring prose i'd struggled to put together, i felt a little sad that i'd let it go for so long...

well, maybe it's not too late to pick it up again.