what do i see?

i see something beautiful and scared.

jackie warner move over

i started a boxing class today. it totally kicked my ass and part of me hated it, well most of me hated it, but a little baby bit wanted to learn how to hurt someone real bad. :)

pretend therapist

today was a good day.
i co-facilitated two groups today and actually contributed. afterwards the two "real" therapists commented that i had asked some insightful questions.
that made me feel good.
felt like i was grasping the process and really hearing people instead of trying to "figure" out what they were masking.

but then something embarrassing:

on the way back from one of the groups i was carpooling with my supervisor. she was saying how i am one of the first students she has supervised and in her words am, "unfortunately being experimented upon." then i ever so smartly responded with, "oh i love being experimented on." ugh. "i mean in a positive way. a totally non-sexual way." oh my gosh, please stop! seriously?!! what the hell? it's particularly embarrassing given she comes from a psychoanalytic background, so naturally my comment is full of freud, therefore open for all sorts of interesting analysis.

sigh.

pulling my hair out...in the not-so-good-way and yes, there is a good way

i am totally overwhelmed.