Today I am officially retired from my career in private practice psychology. Auspicious to close that door on the last day of a decade. I have been essentially retired so long that I forgot this aspect of the date until someone reminded me. Then I needed to mark the day in some way.
I chose to burn things. I wished I had a bonfire, but a New Year’s Eve snowstorm kept me indoors. I burned things in my woodstove instead. Although my husband disapproved of ash buildup, the burning satisfied the need for ritual.
In my search for appropriate burnables, I discovered printouts of old Dream Bringer’s Studio webpages. THOSE did not go into the fire. Perfect timing for reconnecting to that part of myself that had been tucked away.
I have to disagree with one friend who says I will always be a psychologist. That is a term I can no longer apply to myself, a legislated term only used by appropriately trained and approved people who pay their dues. For me, somehow, psychology was only a job. I think I was always a pastor, my true calling, flavoured by a Dream Bringer soul. Psychology paid the bills until life lined up. Now that door is closed. On this side of the door, I have a heart full of experience, wisdom, and ideas.
Today, the first day of 2020, is lit with clear blue skies and pristine sparkling snow. I am excited. 🤸♂️🎉🤸♂️🎉🤸♂️