In a world of so many glorified heroes, the ones on screen and real life, it’s easy to feel small. It becomes habit to sit in bed, playing little vignettes of a bigger and better you with the goal of making yourself something more, just wait until morning. Just wait until next week. Maybe, just maybe, next year, I’ll get my life together.

Except today is ‘tomorrow’. Today is ‘next week’ and last year was ‘next year’.

Gratifying yourself with little purchases here and there, things that feel like progress through the rearranging of your surroundings as if a new picture on the wall or shoving your bed from one side of the room to the other will help you get that job. That girl.

Just one more episode. Yes, I’m still here.

Scroll, scroll, scroll, stop. Because just another minute and I’ll start my workout, my book, my laundry. All of these fractions of lives make it easy to forget your own until suddenly it’s nearly 8pm and you haven’t eaten dinner.

You haven’t showered.

Today, I’m embracing my inner hero.

Hello, Carrie Reed, MD, PhD, it’s time I got my life back on track.