August 7, 2015

Oh man, I was tired.  Went to bed after 2, yet had an early session so I had to be up after about 5 hours of sleep.  The whole band issue sat wrong with me for much of the night (you know when you sleep with a feeling that “something isn’t right”?).  I don’t belong back there…that isn’t who I am.  I’m not the type of person who belongs there – I don’t like to hand out with musicians simply because they are in a band, I feel I have a friendship with Scott, but maybe I’m reading into things (which I do all day, every day)?  Anyway....the fans are my people – not the band members.  And there I have it.

Session went very well from my aspect, yet I must be careful about counter-transference.  She is she and I am me.  Sounds like a rad 70s tune.  After I wrote the prog note,  I (after a bit of banter with my people on the joys of group prep cooking and Zumba classes), I headed to my car aaaannnndddd headed right back into the office:  my keys were inside my purse, inside my car, locked.  Fortunately, there is Elena.  Yes, the very same “Elena?  Oh I LOVE  her!!” who is the poster child for rad therapists.  She ever so graciously offered to take me home and so I could break in, grab my spare set and get to my work-out session with Jake.  Of course as soon as she dropped me off by my car I unknowingly left my phone in there, plus my groovy sweatband (well, it’s more of a hair band, but I try to imagine John McEnroe, but I knew it was safe, so I headed in, 20 minutes late for training.

When I got in (he hadn’t received the message that I’d be late), he didn’t want to cut me short  and wanted the whole hour, so we rescheduled for Thursday the 20^th, which I just noticed is the same day I’m scheduled for another appointment, not quite as fun, with the Doctor of Women.  Rats.  Still, I was there for a workout, so I hit that damn MMA machine – then did other workouts.  My legs are hurting, which I love.  Jake said I’d start to “Lean out” if I ate right, and despite my nacho cheat a few days ago (it was a little one), I’m feeling it.  My collar bone is more pronounced, my food baby is shrinking, and my arms appear a little leaner, except for my shoulders, which are like mini-thighs.  Thanks, butterfly stroke. After 40 something minutes, I was good and called it a day.  I headed home for a healthy lunch, then off we go…

…To my former employment, where I was looking forward to seeing some familiar faces in the front office, talking first with Mr. Blockus, an amazing English teacher who is one of many people I will miss at that campus.  There is, as in many places, an incredible number of people who bring such a richness to the work, yet it simply wasn’t the appropriate work for me, and so, I had given notice, but still had keys and teacher's parking permit to return, which I did today.  Despite the pay scale, I don’t regret that decision one bit.  I have found where the career that is right for me, it is like putting on a pair of shoes that fit just right.  Lovedlovedloved seeing Erin, Janet was nowhere to be seen (probably fixing the copier in C201 and Kim gave a little scream of joy at seeing my face, which warmed my heart to the core.    It was funny standing by the PO’s office when now I actually work with those kids…as in, one minute I saw the student 6 feet away from me at school, then 20 minutes later in group.  Saw my precious Janet, who is, to me, one of the kindest, most gentle human beings I have ever come across.  She has no idea that she is the cement at that place, for all of those people and I am honored to know her.  And thus, school begins (for them) on Monday.  The summer went by so quickly.  So many things I wanted to do - Head up the coast, do a wilderness first aid coarse via Dave Yacubian, go to Utah...but..we can't to do it all, no can we.  Can we???

Back to work, where group was ON FIRE for me, because I know this, I get it, I can relate and support these kids.  The reality of being in the right field keeps sweeping over me, wave after wave.  I am finally here.  I waited for a new-to-me client.  The session went FABULOUSLY!!!  And thus, at 7:30, on a Friday night, I left work, to head home, where I spoke with my sweet neighbor and Travis (who has a birthday today!) around all sorts of sexual euphemisms in terms of meats and my unused Römertopf and then…a DELICIOUS dinner of Brussels sprouts (which I ate FIRST), quinoa and wild caught cod.  Come forth, ye weekend, that I may clean and write...right?

 Pictures: Because it's Friday night...at work...with velociraptors; The shadows of the trees; Leaning out.