Down the road a bit

Today I checked the mail and found a glossy alumni magazine from my highschool...As I turned the pages looking for familiar faces I realized that my 20 year reunion for highschool will correlate (hopefully) with my graduation from Medical School. It made me think of a letter we wrote to ourselves in highschool that was meant to be delivered after 10 years..and maybe there was another for 20 years later. I remember some of what I wrote, but I am sure that much of it would surprise me now. I am both humbled by and grateful for this late arrival in med school. The adventures, jobs and friendships I could not have predicted sometimes hold my attention. On other days I think of all I have left undone, unfulfilled expectations I have for life, for myself.
I am glad there is no mail on Sundays.