Hi,
I've seen a few retirements from the NHS over recent years.
A few years ago, it was the last day on the ward for one of the senior nurses. A side room had been set up with snacks, and staff would stop by throughout the day to offer their well-wishes.
At the end of her shift she announced her leave, and people waved from their desks, with a few hugs shared.
As soon as she disappeared around the corner, everyone snapped back to their work.
I remember thinking how stark it felt - some thirty odd years given to one place, then the next minute, you’ve left.
Meanwhile the machine churns on.
I’m sure there’s a sizeable cohort of people who experience a crisis of identity at such a time, even among those seemingly thrilled to be finishing.
To get good at something requires shaping your identity around it to some degree. You have to mould yourself into the craft, adopting it as part of your identity to excel.
The more of yourself you give to the work, the better you become, and the more you are rewarded. You learn that progressing to the next level often means giving even more of yourself to the pursuit.
Before long, it’s easy to conflate who you are with what you do—especially for those who feel the need to justify their existence through action.
But as you start to reach a peak of something, the fall from the top can be brutal.
If the thing you do was taken away from you, what’s left?
One way to guard against this is to use the pursuit not just to achieve, but to develop you character and traits, the more non-fungible aspects of who we are.
Commit to the craft fully, but hold it lightly, to simultaneously build something more enduring and innate, beyond titles or roles.
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