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The Loneliest Profession (and how to break out)

"I am lonely," a physician, I’ll call Fred, tells me.

Fred is not alone in his loneliness.

Daily, I hear from physicians that they are lonely -- or stay in unfulfilling relationships, because they fear loneliness.

Medicine is, hands down, one of the loneliest professions, according to a survey by the Harvard Business Review.

What causes loneliness in medicine?

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The Mistress of Medicine

This is a true story about a doctor who lost almost everything to his mistress.

Dr. Van Winkle, a pseudonym, loved his medical career with a passion.

Medicine was an all-consuming lover -- sometimes harsh, and always exciting.

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The Moral Choice to Be Late

My ex-husband, a physician, was always late. And his patients loved him for it.

This was documented year after year on his patient evaluations. He was consistently one of the favorite physicians in his group.

There was a prize for patients who waited that is rare in today’s medical world: They got fully engaged physician, who seemed to have all the time in the world for their questions and concerns.

Being late and struggling to stay on time is the bane of being a physician.

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Reframing ‘Me Time’

"So much of my day-to-day struggle is battling against The Clock,” Norman, a physician tells me. “And by that I mean being told what to do, when to do it, how long I have, and even how to do it. There’s so little time to just be.”

Once the kids are in bed, he gets to do what he wants. Finally.

He can scroll on his phone, waste time any way he wants.

It’s a sort of rebellion against having so little autonomy over the rest of his day.

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Smashing Limiting Beliefs

I have always hated swimming in cold water.

I am a strong swimmer, thanks to my mother, who never learned to swim, requiring that I take swimming lessons through Junior Life Savers.

But I was always freezing cold.

A little girl without body fat, my knees knocked, my teeth chattered as I sat hunched beneath my tiny no-nonsense towel on foggy Bay Area mornings to get into an unheated pool.

It became part of my identity: “I’m not a cold-water girl.”

I was a strong swimming who didn't really love the water.

But recently that story changed.

Wearing my red bathing suit, I waded into the Mediterranean Sea.

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