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A First-Time Author Embraces the Impostor Phenomenon

It turns out that I am suffering from my first episode of the Impostor Syndrome. Mighty uncomfortable it is, too. I suppose that I felt “impostorish” to some degree on my first day of my medical internship, but I don’t have a clear recollection. Certainly, there were many other emotions and concerns to crowd out […]

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Why Our Blog Has Been on Hiatus (Debbie)

The singular goal of our original Gap Year was to figure out how to reinvent ourselves, as a couple and as individuals. The big questions: where would we live, how would we remain productive, what would our respective “work” be, when and where would we travel? Twenty-three months have passed and we’re still figuring it out. […]

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Debbie’s Three Words for 2014

I’ve procrastinated, painfully, on this blog post. Here’s what happened. For the past several years I have selected three words as guides for what I want to accomplish and how I want to change in the new year. It’s a way of setting goals that I stole from several well-known bloggers (see here and here if […]

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Carpe Diem: Remembering the Genesis of Our Gap Year

The genesis of our gap year goes back 15 years. Sam and I were having lunch in a restaurant in Washington DC near the big, rambling house in which we raised our three children. It was a Saturday afternoon in April 1998. We were talking vaguely about what our future might look like and whether […]

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Transition: is it the new normal?

Sam has been writing a lot about measurable sign posts as our Gap Year progresses, week by week. In fact, he’s been writing a lot. Much more than I have. I’m going to chalk that up to the eagerness of a first-time blogger. I’ve been blogging for a decade and I’ve developed some bad habits. […]

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Unmoored and learning to drift

Now this is a bit of a surprise. Sam is two weeks into our Gap Year and apparently enjoying his freedom. He has the normal worries (logistics of packing and travel) but he doesn’t seem particularly anxious about his yet-to-be-made-up future. I, on the other hand, am feeling confused and discombobulated, set adrift. I seem […]

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