It may sound awkward to some, but for those who have embraced a medical career my story will sound familiar. Being a surgeon, especially, means that your life is not yours anymore, and you grow more convinced of that after a couple of years in the field. It’s not only about the long shifts, the long surgeries, but it is about the long hours spent at home trying to keep yourself updated with the newest medical discoveries or trying to find time (in your spare time) to attend conferences and meetings that may prove helpful to you. It’s a life of pressure and of responsibility, one in which you need to keep yourself alert at all times that you are operating on people and that, sometimes, their lives are in your hands and that’s why you can’t afford to feel tired or sloppy. This is how your existence progresses, until, one day, you need to give up this lifestyle.
For people who are absorbed by their careers, not because they want to, but because they need to, in order to do their jobs at an outstanding level, retiring is like landing on Mars. You go out one day and you realize you’ve missed a lot, things were built, places have changed and you never noticed, not because you weren’t there in those years, but because you barely had time to take a look at them. You now have so much time on your hands that you feel like you’re spending someone else’s and it makes you feel guilty. Well, in such occasions, you need to keep yourself busy with whatever hobby you can find. You start digging through things that you haven’t touched since college years, you reconnect with old friends – you find out that some of them died or they moved abroad, some of them may be retired like you, and if you are lucky they also live close by. So, together, you decide there’s something you got to do with this insane amount of free time.
That’s how I got into fishing. I have never been a fan of any sports, except for jogging, out of necessity, and biking. Surprisingly, I’ve discovered fishing is not so bad either and, if you have some financial resources for a decent fishing kit, you may even be rewarded with catching some great specimens. Even so, you discover you still have a lot of free time that you don’t know how to dispose of. So, you ask around for inspiration hoping others can offer you a piece of good advice. In my case, it was my son, who believed that my relationship with my grandchildren needs to be heavily improved, since I missed a lot of family reunions in the last 10-20 years. I’m quite sure he’s trying to get back at me for missing all those birthdays and important events in his life, though he also motivated his request by saying that he remembers some of our trips in nature, biking or hiking back in the days when he was still a child and I still had some free days. He thought I could take his kids out and showed them how to love nature. I said I’d do it, why not be of help to my grandchildren and have some fun in the meantime? After all, I am a doctor, what’s the worst that could happen? But, since I still have some free time left, I’m gonna write about what we’re doing when we’re out fishing and hiking on this blog. Hope me and my grandchildren will find things in common to enjoy.