It has been way too long since I have posted anything. I’ve been retired from the nurse practitioner role for 10 full months, and I’ve begun to realize that I’m having a bit of an identity crisis. Don’t misunderstand. I love the freedom of not being required to be anywhere other than where I want to be on any given day. For years my day was this……
And then for a couple of years, this……..
And now it’s……what? Taking care of family with health problems. Teaching a Bible class. Weekly worship. Rediscovering the joy of cooking. Recognizing the need to declutter and deep clean (which I’ve accomplished little of). Dealing with my own health issues. Telling people I’m back to writing but having a TERRIBLE time with writers’ block (or maybe laziness or procrastination or desire to just “be” for a while)?
Who knew that retirement could cause as much emotional turmoil as being a teenager?
I dunno. But this pitiful attempt to get back in the groove, so to speak, of putting thoughts on paper is my cry for inspiration, encouragement, something. Have I lost my muse? Who or what was my muse? I know that book needs to be finished, and others need to be started. The ideas clutter my head with pleas to be put on paper.
So, I struggle to reinvent myself knowing that I am too old and too cynical to work in today’s healthcare. And realizing that my computing skills are really not very good at the task of reinvention.
And that’s all I have to say today. Thank you if you have made it to the end.
parishkathy 