Day 199: Normalize Humanity

Happy Sunday and Day 199 of Another 100 Days of Hannah ...and Counting, y'all!

First things first: woah. I’m back to my computer for the first time in a week. This feels weird. Also nice, but definitely weird.

From there: I told myself I was going to go to bed early tonight since I was completely exhausted from this past week/weekend. That clearly isn’t happening, considering I just started this post and it’s already almost 9:30p. Oops.

In any case, this past week, I saw an open invitation from one of my current favorite actresses to go to her yoga-based 30th birthday party. Admittedly, if I wasn’t already booked this coming weekend, I would probably be on a plane heading out to it. I mean, how often do you have a chance to go to a well-known actress’ birthday party?!

The more I think about it, the more I’ve come to realize that the greatest draw in this is not meeting someone famous and checking that off my bucket list, but more being able to see the person behind the character.

Wow – words are hard today. Let’s see if I can draw this thought together.

A couple of weeks ago, my therapist asked me if I make it a point to tell people who I am, or more, all of the activities that I am involved in. I told her ‘no’. I generally don’t care for people to know that much about me. I don’t care if people know that I’m a medical professional. I don’t care if people know that I dabble with music and writing and various physical activities – those don’t define me.

However, all of that being said, I don’t hide who I am either.

Why? Because I fully believe in the importance of normalizing the humanity in us all.

Growing up, I didn’t know any doctors. I didn’t know any lawyers. I didn’t know any actors or professors or politicians. As such, I tended to put such individuals on a pedestal – thinking them to be.. more than human (not literally).

As I entered the medical field though, I realized how flawed my reality was. These professionals? They were just people too. While some hid behind the facade of ‘doctor’ to create an air of prestige, most simply wore their title as one of many humble hats that they exchanged as necessary throughout the day. It was beautiful to see.

At this point in my life, if I’m honest, I think more of my friends carry the title ‘doctor’ than don’t. Yet somehow, with every encounter, it only emphasizes the lesson that I learned in grad school – regardless of the title, we’re all human. This is the lesson that I hope most to bring to the people – especially the children – around me.

Yes, I may be a medical professional, but that doesn’t make me any more or less human. I will still be the one who, at nearly 30, plays with the little ones like a teenager. I will be the one boarding planes in a bro tank and running shorts. I will be the one driving a tractor during planting season and the combine for harvest. I will be the one biking on Saturdays and playing organ on Sundays. Because, no matter my title, I will still be me.

Normalize humanity. Who’s with me?

Catch y’all tomorrow,

Hannah

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