Beginnings 2015

There are many traditional times for beginnings. Mine has come at the New Year, 2015, coincident with moving into my new office.

It came about because my old office was on the second floor with no elevator. When I began to offer groups, A Change of Mind: Neuroplastic Tools for Healing (formerly Tools for Healing), I was able to use ground-level disability-accessible rooms, but only through 2014.

Skipping over the trials of finding a new office, I can report that my new office is a wonderful place. It is large enough for groups. I was able to choose new paint and new carpet, it has a lovely large window which looks out on trees, and I am enjoying the pleasure of full artistic control.

Continuing the Path: Highways and Byways

Do you remember when girls were overtly discouraged from choosing careers in science?  I never thought it was happening to me.  I just thought I was bad at science - struggling with poor grades in high school chemistry (completely forgetting I had just completed biology with the highest grade in the class!).  And if I couldn’t “do science”, I couldn’t be a doctor.  How many of you had an experience like that?  

How many of you, as I did, returned many years later to something that you loved, or perhaps went on a different path completely?  Many of us discovered eventually that we could do science, or whatever it was we had been told we were no good at.  What was it for you?  For me, I was shocked, when, after graduating from U.C. Berkeley in anthropology, and then living for a year in an anarchist collective (getting work typing manuscripts for professors), I figured out that I wanted to be a doctor, after all.  Two years of pre-med science and four years of medical school later, I was deliriously happy to graduate from medical school.  I was a doctor.

I’d appreciate comments with your experiences…