Identity

Redefine professionalism at your peril

“If I want to get plastered on a Saturday night, and fight on my High Street,” a surgeon told me about 12 years ago, “ I can.”  At that time I took issue with his view, my lofty beliefs then suggesting that professionalism was something we were, part of our...

Really, really want

In the words of the 1990s pop song, what do we want? What do we really, really want?  From life? From work? From each other?  Many people have asked this question over the centuries and most of the time the answers are a variation on the same theme. As human...

Re entering the wonderful world of work.

For the first time in six months, I felt I had a place in the world again.  Six long months of uncertainty, of worry, or wondering if I would ever be needed in the ways that I was previously pre Covid. Not that we are post Covid at the moment, but we are...

Re-evaluating: limbo or life?

My husband is 53 today; I will soon join him in the same age. We have been married for 21 years. It is a hot day so we decided against a day out in the country and are lounging around the house and garden, looking forward to dinner a deux tonight as our grown up but...
Reaching inside to find a friend

Reaching inside to find a friend

Trust.  Who do you trust?  With your secrets? With your wellbeing? With your life?  Who can trust us? Who would we go out of our way for? A number of people. We do regularly. Our family, our friends, work colleagues. Who would we lay down our lives for?...

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Re-defining paranoia

Re-defining paranoia

“I’m probably being paranoid.”  How often have you said this, as a preface to saying something you suspect will be dismissed? How often has a friend or colleague said it? And what does it mean, in our common usage of the term?  Paranoia as many of us will...

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Re-naming: who are we?

Re-naming: who are we?

"What's in a name? That which we call a roseby any other name would smell as sweet." Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2) I don’t know about you, but nowadays I am rubbish at remembering names. My neurosis reaches a critical point when at social gatherings I am expected to...

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Re- directing: a strange encounter

Re- directing: a strange encounter

I was 27.  It happened in a grimy, makeshift shopping centre in northwest London. Not a market, not a mall. Just a thrown together collection of plywood partitions, most spaces empty, a few selling tarnished metal jewellery, the type that turns your skin back,...

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Remembering examples of humility

Remembering examples of humility

Many years ago when I was new to working with doctors, I met a professor of cardiac surgery. He was approaching retirement, white hair, half moon spectacles, and was the most gentle, enquiring, curious participant on the courses we were running about Supervision. So...

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Recognising leaders

Recognising leaders

There’s only room for one sun in the room, I thought, watching as my colleague held forth yet again. Only happy when at the centre of a group, talking, less good at listening and desperate to do anything to avoid being alone.  You would think that the sun, as the...

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Re-questioning: who am I?

Re-questioning: who am I?

Who am I? What am I here for? Where am I going? Is this it? These are just some of the existential questions that escape from their dungeon in the darkest recesses of my mind from time to time. Along with the crazy comparisons – she has a chair, he’s running a...

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