A few posts ago, i mentioned i’m ending my clinical practice of 20 years. I told you i’d let you know how it was going.
Well, here it is. My last day in clinic is October 22nd…. There’s the update, really.
I expected insomnia, gnashing of teeth, gnashing of finger- and toenails, scaly, weeping bald patches, you name it. I expected a lot of fear.
True, i don’t know what i’ll do for a living next. True, i haven’t been unemployed since i started babysitting 34 years ago. True, this would have “shivered me timbers” (why a pirate idiom? i have no idea) even two years ago.
Well holy anticlimax, pirates. Maybe all of the gnashing happened before the decision. I don’t know. All i feel to date is an sense of peace in my chest. And freedom. And a small thrill of adventure.
Funny. It occurs to me that fear before the fact was my constant companion. I’ll bet that background fear interferes with our vision in some ways. I’ll bet it interferes with us seeing our own desires clearly. (A bit like a black eye patch, come to think of it!)
I’ve found a lovely, kind chiropractor with an open mind and good ears who is happy to welcome the folks from my clinic. Thank you Greg.
And the folks at my clinic are as beautiful as ever, which will break my heart wide open at the end of October. Nothing wrong with that.
I report this non-report in case you’ve been gnashing your own toenails about a decision. It appears the gnashing ends with a step forward.
Granted, this may all change between now and October 22nd. (I’ll bet not, but I’ll keep you posted.)
Thanks to every gorgeous heart in my clinic. Thanks to the futures that call and call and call us forward.
And arrrhhh, thanks to you, you captain of the Caribbean, for the conversation,
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