I used to study the brain, but I don’t anymore. I finished my PhD, from somewhere awesome, and then I left graduate school and did something else. I love what I do now. I think it’s a much better fit for me, and I have no regrets about my decision.
But then one night it hit me, from two angles, nearly at once.
First, a sad – I don’t do brain science anymore. Day by day, year by year, my hard-won knowledge will decay, my mental store of references will age and become obsolete, and gradually, I won’t really know what I’m talking about when it comes to the brain. Without some way to use my knowledge, I can’t expect to keep it for very long.
But also, exhilaration – I don’t do brain science anymore! The shifting stories, the embarrassing, overblown hype, the grants, tenure, and publishing, all the headaches, all the bluster – gone from my life, forever! I don’t have to apologize for or fear any of the things that used to clutter my love affair with the brain. And I don’t have to worry about who might be offended if I air some of my true opinions.
I’d love to use this blog as a place to talk about why I love the things I love about brain science, to gleefully vent about the things I don’t, and to invite other people to share their own stories.