I thought I might be, but I’m not. Five straight days of work and I am living and breathing as I traditionally do. Small miracles.

Fact is, I think I’m gonna keep managing to fill my hours–to keep both busy and interested–without seeing hundreds of patients. Actually, I’ll probably see a number of patients similar to what I’ve been seeing for the last few years, except now I have 40 hours to see them in, instead of 15 or 20.

Logistics aside, we played Balderdash with a fun group of semi-sozzled psych interns last night. Nice to spend a little time with people who speak one’s jargon, and we’ve all got jargon. A related thought from DLS…

Our minds are not infinite; and as the volume of the world’s knowledge increases, we tend more and more to confine ourselves, each to his special sphere of interest and to the specialized metaphor belonging to it…and it is now very difficult for the artist to speak the language of the theologian or the scientist the language of either. But the attempt must be made. (Mind of the Maker, 31)

These colleagues of mine speak the language of psychology well, and I can hold my own. Nice to feel at home in that way. But my favorite language is that of my faith and it’s theology, and psychologists are typically unlikely to have a language for or interest in either. People have sussed out my background–and I always include ‘Seminary’ and ‘Bible College’–and are curious and dubious to differing degrees. Strangely enough, I begin to miss Seminary, a place where people speak at least two languages.

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