Intuition is a funny thing: it lets you know there are flags in the vicinity, yet it never quite keys in on the specifics…what kind of flag, which color, the size, and so forth. I’d had that feeling as I headed into the foothills yesterday morning. Now to carry on with the day, however uneasily.
It wasn’t until about 8:30 last night that my question was answered with a phone call. For all points and purposes, the phone call could have been SO much worse, and for this I am ever-so-grateful. Still….
Today began with a staff meeting which quickly rolled into group supervision, or “group 
supe.” Somehow, in an odd twist of time and space, I somewhat felt like I was beginning to know what the hell I was doing on this planet. Please, don’t misunderstand me, I am usually able to figure out what my next move should be, yet I have this helpful tool (in my opinion) of being aware of how much more there is for me to learn. This is my explanation behind my thirst for knowledge and curiosity.
It has taken me a few trips around the sun, but I’ve recently discovered that right around the fifteen hundred hours mark, I become exceptionally drowsy. I have recently (as in today) and on such specific days when I know the day will become challenging(again, as in today), have followed Texas’s footprints and started a little caffeine maintenance. I think a nice Wednesday afternoon drive for a cuppa might do me some good.
In all (cryptic) seriousness, having people in your corner whom you know have your back is irreplaceable. There are times when the solace of knowing you are not alone, even in times of actually being alone is enough. Thank you.
Picture: What’s wrong with a little couscous, Boy?
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