Another alarm scream.
Another “tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen, pour myself a cup
of ambition, yawning and stretch and trying to come to life.’ For those of you that recognize that – yes,
high five for “ Dolly and “9 to 5”!!!
For those of you that done, you really need to get a life. 9 to 5 rules. This morning I heard back from
The Doc and sent in my big paper.
And as soon as I checked my box at work, I noticed a note
from the dad of said client from above paper who had moved away. Turns out they are back. This is beautiful because after writing this paper
I have a much closer view and a better idea of what was going on. This client was my 3rd client and
as silly as it sounds, I am learning so much.
One side is the client, the other is the modality – the therapeutic
manner, and the other side is the therapist and putting these three things
together requires a little bit of science and a little bit of magic. I hope I am learning both.
Today was individual supervision. Something I am beginning to learn – slowly,
step by step in my 43 years, is that Life Changes. Things may be ever-so-perfect where you are,
but then…you aren’t hired there. And
That is how Life Works. Long ago in my
youth (ahhh, I utter these words somewhat wistfully, yet also gratefully)I
would struggle, fighting so hard to keep something as it Should Not Be. I still do this, of course, I am human after all,
but more and more I am starting to see that there is somewhere else I
belong. What does all this philosophical
mumbo-jumbo have to do with supervision?
I’m not sure, maybe. Perhaps nothing. I do
know that I cannot volunteer forever. My
hours are almost done. I’m hitting 2
hour therapy groups to get my hours done.
I have all my papers completed (and hopefully revision on The Big One
will be minimal). I hear that after
training, I could be driving my own eighteen-wheeler in 2 months. Maybe I’ll be a trucker….
After supervision I finished up writing my prog notes and finished
up a little paper work. Then, I headed
home. I have stuff to do here but
somehow this damn chest/head cold is not going anywhere. I’m a little Not Happy about that.
At 5:30, I was in front of the school we do the Parent
Project in. I am amused with this in a
way, because I was the kid that the parents needed to be on this group for, but
my parents would never have participated in such a thing. "Send her off to military or boarding school….that’ll
fix her." We have an incredible group of
parents here, not that the others weren’t, but I really identify with
these. It still amazes me that I'm on this side of the table. I'm not sure I'll ever feel comfortable in anything I ever do because there is SO MUCH to learn in Life! Expert ?? Me? Never. I shall always be a Seeker, a Student. This is what is so wonderful about living. Each day we have new opportunities to learn....Life is So Beautiful. Sometimes, that Beauty is so hard to see
because of its Ugliness, but if you dig deep enough and be patient (and ask for
just enough grace), you will be stunned by what results. Yeah, Life is like that.
Pictures: My case study/Capstone board. I have a small white strip left on the bottom of the Capstone box...let's hope revisions are next to nil: Jonathan Livinsgton Seagull (i named him) in our class; Our textbooks.
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