Tuesday, October 28, 2025

Man’s Search For Meaning

I just finished Victor Frankl’s “Man’s Search For Meaning.”

He wrote the body of the book, “Experiences in a Concentration Camp,” in a little over a week, in 1946, after liberation from WWII imprisonment.

Subsequent editions were supplemented by an introduction to logotherapy and a postscript on tragic optimism, or on how to remain optimistic in the face of pain, guilt, and death.

“It has inspired religious and philosophical thinkers, mental-health professionals, teachers, students, and general readers from all walks of life.”

My wife had ordered after attending a recent symposium.

Really glad I (finally) read this book that was among the ten most influential books when a survey in 1991 asked readers to name a “book that made a difference in your life.”

Loved this section where he (Victor Frankl-VF) dialogues with an American doctor (AD):

AD: “Can you tell me in one sentence what is meant by logotherapy?”

VF: “Yes, but in the first place, can you tell me in one sentence what you think the essence of psychoanalysis is?”

AD: “During psychoanalysis, the patient must lie down on a couch and tell you things which sometimes are very disagreeable to tell.”

VF: “Now, in logotherapy the patient may remain sitting erect but he must hear things which sometimes are very disagreeable to hear.”

His book continues: 

Of course, that was meant facetiously…However, there is something in it, inasmuch as logotherapy, in comparison with psychoanalysis, is a method less retrospective and less introspective. Logotherapy focuses rather on the future, that is to say, on the meanings to be fulfilled by the patient in the future. At the same time, logotherapy defocuses all the vicious-circle formations and feedback mechanisms which play such a great role in the development of neuroses. Thus, the typical self-centeredness of the neurotic is broken up instead of being continually fostered and reinforced.

Logotherapy is neither teaching nor preaching. To put it figuratively, the role played by a logotherapist is that of an eye specialist rather than that of a painter. A painter tries to convey to us a picture of the world as he sees it; an ophthalmologist tries to enable us to see the world as it really is.

We must never forget that we may also find meaning in life even when confronted with a hopeless situation, when facing a fate that cannot be changed. When we are no longer able to change a situation…we are challenged to change ourselves.

Let me cite a clear-cut example: Once, an elderly general practitioner consulted me because of his severe depression. He could not overcome the loss of his wife who had died two years before…I refrained from telling him anything but instead confronted him with the question, “What would have happened, Doctor, if you had died first, and your wife would have had to survive you?”

“Oh,” he said, “for her this would have been terrible; how she would have suffered!” Whereupon I replied, “You see, Doctor, such a suffering has been spared her, and it was you who have spared her this suffering-to be sure, at a price that now you have to survive and mourn her.”

He said no word but shook my hand and calmly left me office, In some way, suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice.

But let me make it perfectly clear that in no way is suffering necessary to find meaning. I only insist that meaning is possible even in spite of suffering-provided, certainly, that the suffering is unavoidable.

Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Where did the day go?

6:30 am-7:30 am: woke up, ate breakfast-reviewed national/global news and sports.

7:30 am-to approximately 8 am: walked dogs.

8 am-9:30 am: assembled two high chairs (for our twin grandchildren).

9:30 am to approximately 11:30 am: almost finished assembling two cribs.

11:30 am to approximately noon: ate some lunch and checked for pool leak detection employee who was to get here at 11. Our dogs bark at most every person with or without an animal who walks by our house, so there were a lot of false alarms!

Noon-2 pm: Pool leak detection employee finds multiple pool leaks (unfortunately $$$). Finished assembling the cribs.

2 pm-2:45 pm: quick stops for bank, an amazon return for my wife, and gas.

2:45 pm-3:30 pm: Power Nap 😏.

3:30 pm-3:45 pm: checked hot tub chemicals, changed filter.

3:45 pm-4:05 pm: walked dogs again.

4:05 pm-now: typing this blog entry.

Left to do for today:

Feed dogs.

Shave, shower, dress.

4:45 pm: head to weekly poker game with some buds (takes 30-45 minutes due to rush-hour traffic).

5:30 pm-9:30 pm: Poker.

9:30 pm-10 pm: drive home.

10:05 pm-hope my wife is awake to share if I won tonight, or brush teeth quietly and let her stay asleep if I did not 😏.

10 pm-11 pm: hit the sack.

My wife often asks what I did today and sometimes I fail to completely review everything.

I’m completely confident, however, that she will consider this TMI (if she reads)!

Thursday, October 16, 2025

My last tent

Just back from a hiking/back-pack trip with my son on the Appalachian Trail. 

It was the most physically challenging thing I’ve done as an adult for years, and I even skipped one 6-mile hike from and back to our base camp (that my son noted was the most challenging of all).

The trails chosen were “only” rated as moderately difficult.

But between the 5-mile ascents/descents, uneven terrain, and carrying 40+ pounds of gear and food to set up our base camp on Shinning Rock, it was clear early on that my training prior was inadequate.

It was in the mid-to-high 30s and low 40s through the night and early am.

Fire-pits weren’t permitted.

Sunset was about 730 pm each day, and it remained dark until sunrise at approximately 7:30 am.

Trying to not urinate for the 12 hours wasn’t possible.

However, I significantly delayed venturing out from our two person tent the first night because 1). I was too scared of the dark and 2). I wasn’t even sure I could get up to stand!

It was also “interesting” trying to dig 6-inch holes in nearly frozen ground to poop each day.

I have nothing but respect for those that have done much longer portions of, or even completed, the Appy Trail.

Honestly, it was an adventure that I was glad to see end, but my son and I shared many great laughs/discussions along the way, and it will definitely be a life-long memory.

I plan to do some hikes in the future, but only from and back to my home, or a lodge.

It’s been years since I did any tent camping.

It won’t be years until I do again.

I won’t be doing it again 😂.

Friday, October 10, 2025

My status pen and some smiles

My wife is changing jobs, within the same organization next week, and her current team threw her a “going away” party.

She showed me a gift from her team.

It was a Montblanc pen.

It caused me to, almost immediately, reminisce and smile.

Back in the 80s, Montblanc pens seemed to be in most every male physicians top shirt pocket.

I bought one, I’m sure, because I was trying to “keep up with the Joneses.”

Montblanc pens were comfortable and wrote smoothly; favorable attributes in a time when an incredible amount of writing was required for documentation (electronic medical records (EMRs)  did not become significantly utilized until the mid-to-late 2000s).

But truthfully, I rarely used mine because I always thought the refill cartridges were too expensive (and that recollection is what initially made me smile)!

Obviously, we don’t use pens nearly to the same degree anymore, so the same ink cartridge has been in my Montblanc pen for years and I prefer Gelly Roll pens (which appeared around 1988) now, when a need to write arises.

But for some reason, I felt a strong need to reach into my fancy-pen stash to show my wife my status pen from the 1980s, when she showed me her Montblanc (she didn’t know I owned one).

But after, when I thought about how ridiculous that need to “keep up with the Joneses” was, it made me smile again.

Tuesday, October 7, 2025

From congratulations to are you bored yet?

As previously discussed, when you first tell folks you retired their standard reply is “congratulations.”

It took awhile to not feel awkward in replying, but my standard response now is to just to say “thank you.”

But when you run into some of the same people, now that it’s been 5 months, a few ask, “are you bored yet?”

However, it hasn’t taken any time at all to feel comfortable responding to this question: “absolutely not.”

While much has been written regarding why this occurs for some people (loss of work identity, structure, socialization, purpose, etc.) it seems that keeping my answer as simple as possible helps to bring an end to this line of questioning, although I’m always happy to go into more depth for anyone sincerely interested in discussing.

Given the ability to spend more time with family and friends, pursue leisure activities, pleasure reading, explore new interests/hobbies, volunteerism, etc., it’s really a shame that some feel bored.

I’ll just continue to document my thoughts for anyone who happens to end up at this site.

Friday, October 3, 2025

5/12th of my gap year?

I’ve been retired for 5 months.

All’s going great.

I’m well rested, have read many books, have exercised a lot, have traveled, have improved both my golf and pickleball skills, and have done a few home projects, to date.

My wife told me she has jokingly referred to me as being on a gap year, when some work colleagues have asked how my retirement was going.

Most define the gap year as a period of time dedicated to personal growth, gaining new skills, exploring other interests, and travel, usually between high school and college, or between college and graduate school.

Although, reportedly, gap years “started to gain significant traction in the 1980s and 1990s in the United States,” it was a concept that I, somewhat regrettably, never considered back in the day.

Over the years, I’ve met many young adults who have done a gap year, have both marveled at and, occasionally, have even been envious of some of their global life experiences, while also questioning if I would have had “the guts” to do many of the non-traditional and adventurous things they pursued at such a young age.

I finished high school at age 17 and was 30 by the time I finished college, medical school, family medicine residency, and a geriatric fellowship.

I immediately started practicing and retired at age 65.

I’m totally fine with her telling folks this is my gap year…just delayed taking it for 44-48 years.

Honestly, I suspect I’ll also be fine if she needs to say my gap years, beginning in 7 months from now.

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