Sometimes I look in the mirror and wonder where all the years have gone. What happened to my dark hair? Who is that “older” guy staring back at me?
A new blog follower, Deborah, related that she is going to become a social worker at the age of 59. She feels a new sense of freedom, a chance to really be herself. Deborah got me thinking. It was just a few years ago that I decided to self-publish my novels and start a blog.
I thought a blog was where the Loch Ness monster lived. Twitter was a silly social media game where people could announce what they had for breakfast. Linked-in was another name for prisoners in a chain gang, and Facebook was just another waste of time. Boy did I have a lot to learn.
It took a visit to Barnes & Noble and a bag full of “Social Media for Idiots” books to get the real picture. I was the clueless idiot, not the rest of the world. The learning curve was harder than I thought, but I figured that if I could get through medical school and a psychiatric residency, I could do this.
Reinventing ourselves is not as hard as it sounds. It “merely” entails shedding the need to be defensive and protective of what you’ve become. It’s not weak to admit that there are millions of people out there who can teach you something. The something can be anything that interests you.
My Uncle Bill received his Phd in psychology not too long before he went on Social Security. When he would visit from the East Coast, I remember him wandering the streets of Redondo Beach and Hermosa Beach looking for small artifacts to add to his collection of Jungian figures. Anything that could help a patient get in touch with his true inner-self was something that excited him. He died in his eighties, a very happy, young man.
What better than my thoughts on reinvention to commemorate my 100th post…
If you enjoy being Inside the Mind of a Psychiatrist, you might also enjoy, Chasing Backwards, a psychological murder mystery, Skin Dance, a mystery, and The Man with a Microphone in his Ear. All are available as paperbacks and eBooks.