Just realized I need to update my oh-so-many profiles that are swirling around in cyberspace.

Less than an academic exercise changing my profile has become a psychological dilemma in ego-identification.  Since I have no specific direction I’ve decided to call myself a Used-to-Be Therapist.  Used-to-Be has a ring of experience with just a hint of being washed up.  I think I’ll also add BEing-in-Progress.  The combination of Used-to-Be and BEing-in Progress creates a bit of intrigue.

I’m a serial monogamist when it comes to my professional identity.  I don’t like to break up with my current identity until I have another identity lined up in the wings.  When I break the news “I don’t love you anymore” to any job I’ve had  it’s comforting to run into the arms of my new job for solace, security and paycheck.

This time around Uncle Sam is neither giving me comfort nor solace and his paycheck, contrary to what he calls it, is not a lot of security and comes with the title DEPENDENT.

I’ve worked since I was 16.  So for 60 decades, give or take a few years, I’ve prided myself in being INDEPENDENT.  Ok – It’s not always pride, some of the time self-pity, much of the time martyrdom and most of the time resignation.  But for 60 decades I’ve never had the title DEPENDENT.

Used-to-Be-Independent, Dependent in-Progess?  You’ll have to keep checking all my cyber profiles to see what my current status is. I’ll probably decide after I receive my first social SECURITY check.

“Ai yi yiiiiiiiii She needs help”.