Sometimes days are just tough. Sometimes clients are resistant. Sometimes the feelings I get in the very beginning of a therapeutic relationship continue on, telling me things. Resistance is also a loud indication – maybe the client isn’t ready, perhaps I’m not the right therapist. I am not one for forcing a round peg into a square hole, but wow…sure am grateful for consult and my supervisor.
I’m super bummed that group supervision times have changed, so I’ll need to find a different time for guitar lessons. Why am I not inspired enough to reteach myself the few chords I taught
myself a few years ago and then continue on to pure guitar learnhood?
The bus’s current issue was resolved -no big deal at all, so I paid the tab and then asked…”Did you see about the oil situation?” and within an hour, “got the news” that at some point…soon…the engine is going to have to be rebuilt.
Headed to Maggie’s game after my final two clients, saw L there, so we sat together. I told him the latest news about last night’s request for $2,0000 to buy an originally-costing $7,000 dirt bike, and then my explanation to the person requesting said-monies about my working to save up (a foreign concept to this individual) for my car – a badass Toyota Supra with BBS rims. I know that this certain individual is going to be ok in life, but for fuck’s sake, my sanity is being called into question far too much as of late. Maggie’s team won their first game.
To close, today would have been a nice day to come home to some arms to hold me, to have someone take care of me, if only for a bit. I do tire of doing it all sometimes, and I’m one of the lucky ones– super strong relationship with their dad. Enough complaining out of me, looking forward to a long weekend of…housecleaning?
Picture: Mags in-game.
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