Beginning the Journey
Ten years ago I reached a pivotal point in my life. At the time I was a driven thirty-year-old professional, living in New York City and working hard to carve out a successful career as a psychotherapist. Yet, I was feeling increasingly dissatisfied with and disconnected from my professional role and saddened by my “party of one” status on the home front.
What had gone wrong? I had faithfully followed my carefully crafted career plan from the age of sixteen, when I first dreamed of running my own private practice in Manhattan. But, here I sat in my tiny studio apartment, one confused young woman with a graduate degree from Smith College on the wall, far from my California hometown, wondering how on earth my ...