One of the weirdest parts of my life over the past year has been when people call me professor. Or when my therapy clients call me Dr. (insert my last name). I suspect some of this stems from general adjustment to something new; before, people in my professional life called me Thomas, now, sometimes they don’t. It’s different! At the same time, in reflecting upon my reluctance to embrace the “professor” or “Dr.” title, I sense the presence of underlying existential crises, too.
I think part of my slight existential dread comes from how up until this point in my life, I had always been in training. Continue reading