“…The immature artist seldom thrives in idyllic surroundings. What he seems to need…is more first-hand experience of life–more bitter experience, in other words. In short, more struggle, more privation, more anguish, more disillusionment…Artists never thrive in colonies. Ants do. What the budding artist needs is the privilege of wrestling with his problem in solitude…” –Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch
So My Supervisor Told Me to Reconsider Pursuing Academic Medicine.
She told me that it would hinder my ability to be a mom. Are you kidding me.