Nothing to Say

Well, I had probably do one more post before the end of the month. But what to say? I'm doing therapy and loving it. I'm working and loving it. I'm going to school and . . . well . . . preferring not to go so I can do more therapy and work . . . but at least the professor keeps things interesting. And of course, I'm somewhat distracted because I'll be leaving the state in a little over two weeks. So . . . what can I really say to update anyone? Oh, I know. I'll take a few pictures of my new place . . . next time.

Frustration and Joy

So apparently I like things in twos, so I'll mention two things here.

First, when did people stop thinking for themselves. I was sitting at a stoplight, as I watched the cars on the opposite side of the road passing me. (Notice the diagram below since I'm more of a visual person). I sat and noticed a person standing at the corner waiting to cross the street. So, the street light changed and cars in the opposite direction started going. I watched them as they traveled to their desired destinations. In the mean time, the person (the purple dot and the red arrow symbolizes the direction they wanted to go) just sat there staring at the red hand telling him he couldn't walk. Whether he did not press the button so the red hand would change to the green guy walking, I don't know but because it did not change he did not move and continued to stare. As the light changed again, I passed him, staring at his dumbfounded face while he continued to stand on the corner.


So this is my question . . . when did people stop thinking for themselves? Why do they have to rely on technology to tell them when they need to take a step? Have we become so dependent that we are unable to make the most basic decisions for ourselves? I mean seriously, how sad is it?

On a second note, it seems that my cotherapist and I are on the same page. We started finishing each others sentences, thoughts, and have had the exact same ideas in therapy (even though we didn't express them in therapy). I think it is fun and amazing that someone I just really started associating with a month ago can have such a similar understanding of what might be helpful to the client. I love it. Also, no matter how late I finish with therapy, I'll always get home earlier than I would from work.

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrr Matey

This past week has been rather drainin'. I started therapy and have tried t' get used t' me new schedule. Also, for clients I received quite an extensive caseload so gettin' everythin' scheduled has been quite a challenge. That along with t' idea that I still need t' work, study, go t' school, and receive additional trainin' for everythin'. But despite t' business, I be very happy. So many thin's be goin' well and I'm enjoyin' t' experience. So what if I no longer get 10 hours o' sleep a night. I'm makin' a difference . . . or so I hope. I guess t' next client will tell

P.S. Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day.


(Without the pirate speak)

This past week has been rather draining. I started therapy and have tried to get used to my new schedule. Also, for clients I received quite an extensive case load so getting everything scheduled has been quite a challenge. That along with the idea that I still need to work, study, go to school, and receive additional training for everything. But despite the business, I am very happy. So many things are going well and I'm enjoying the experience. So what if I no longer get 10 hours of sleep a night. I'm making a difference . . . or so I hope. I guess the next client will tell.

P.S. Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day.

Crawling Into My Cave

I've noticed that I'm already doing this, so you have been warned.

Whenever a major change happens in my life, I modify my interactions. When I'm home, I don't want to speak to anyone, I just want to relax and be alone. Since I am starting a new semester, therapy, and a major change to my work schedule this is what I am doing now. It is a pattern I tend to follow because with the busy schedule I am so saturated with human contact and interactions that I just need some time to myself. So if I don't answer the phone sometimes or I don't want to hang out, this is why. I need time to adjust to the new situation and once done, I'll return to my normal semi-social self.

However, this does not mean do not call or invite me to do things. I will let you know what state I'm in and if that's a day when I just need to be alone.

Thank you for reading.

Cheese

Therapizers Are Us

Two things.

First . . .

Monday at work I saw the cutest thing. Yes, cute. While sitting by the nurses station I saw two people walking down the hallway. A male and a female. Each wearing their matching hospital gowns, same length hair, and they walked so close that they could have been holding hands. They walked at the same pace and although they weren't touching nor had they known each other for more than a day, it was adorable. You know, the same type of adorable as two old people walking down the edge of a stream holding hands right before they fall in. That type of adorable.

Secondly, today I made my first contact with clients. We had training on what to do to prepare for it, I had my first supervision meeting today, and so far everything is going good. It appears that I . . . or I should say my cotherapy partner and I will be working with our first client next Thursday.

Wish me cheese.

No Rest For You!!!

You know when you have a day and you think, "Oh great. I can sleep in tomorrow." It seems pretty exciting because you know you can relax undisturbed. Well today while trying to sleep in I awoke to a barrage of lawn mowers eating the mountains of grass outside my apartment. It wouldn't have been bad except for, "It's Labor Day. Take the cursed day off." So I was planning on sleeping in until 10:00 and they woke me up at 9:48. How dare they get me up so early.

New Month, New Home, New Life

Well, I successfully found a place to live, moved, and am relatively happy. Of course I'm getting adjusted again, but I slept much better this past evening than the night before. I am now living on the outer edges of Puyallup and next time I will post pics of the place again (as I did when I moved to my first place). This post is just to let everyone know that the move went okay and aside from having to drive farther, I'm happy. I'm living with two other guys in a good size apartment, so all is well. Also, grade came out and I got two A- in my classes. Not bad.

Tuesday is the first day of school for the semester and the last day of easy life until 2009. And the week after I will start doing counseling. Ah well. It should be grand, shouldn't it?