You live my procrastination.
-Moving out of my apartment tomorrow
-Ending my internship on Saturday
-Have my last college class ever the following week
-Graduating on May 21st
-Leaving New York on the 23rd
Capital “E” Experiences have to end eventually.
I don’t have any finals due for two weeks but I’ve already finished one and I’m working on another right now. Thanks, illness!
If I finish all my finals within the next week my last month of school is going to laughably easy/all I’m going to do is drink and be merry in Williamsburg.
and no one has showed up.
5 cancellations. Only 2 more people left on the schedule. And I have to stay here until 7 because of supervision.
This means that in an 8 hour work day, MAYBE I’ll see clients for 1 hour.
This is miserable.
I like working,
not simply BEING at work.
Why can’t I just go home and tumbl while in my bed?
UPDATE: OMGBBQ AT LEAST 1 OF THE 2 REMAINING CLIENTS SHOWED UP GAAAH HOORAY
One of my clients shared the trauma narrative we’ve been working on together with her entire church (about 80 people). To those of you who aren’t familiar with PTSD or Narrative Therapy, I know this post might not mean much to you, but I’m basically trying to hold back a river of happy feels tears right now.
So proud of her and so thankful for her progress. This is one of those brief, brilliant moments in life when I feel like I actually have purpose.
Time to drown in case notes.