So this week I’m bidding farewell to life as a 100% clinician psychologist, and bidding hello to a new incarnation as full-time graduate faculty. Yet another plot twist in a drunkard’s-walk career. Today I started the day co-piloting ACT group supervision and ended the day with a full afternoon of clients. (Monday’s the official start date.)
This is the job I’ve always wanted: teaching-intensive, congenial colleagues, motivated students, thoughtful conversations about important ideas. But I’ve come to love the job of clinical work and will be sad to see it go, or at least shrink radically down. And, of course, the new gig brings with it plenty of its own anxieties and frustrations. As it should, because I care about it. As it must, because I’m human.
Next week: Orientation. Even odds on whether it’s more orienting or disorienting.
