It is the Sunday after Black Friday. For the second year in a row. I did not work in the ER. No back to back shifts. No 3 a.m. traumas. No dragging myself home in the dark and wondering how I would keep this up. This year. I woke up. Laughed with my family. I had dinner and a dance party. Because for years, this was the dream. Not to leave medicine. To practice it on my terms. Concierge style. More time with fewer patients. Women who can text me when something feels off. Call