i see something beautiful and scared.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
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. :)
Monday, September 15, 2008
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.
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.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
first day of school, last year of school
today i started my new internship. i'm exhausted. it's only been about three weeks since my last internship, but i forgot how tiring it is to start somewhere new. my face hurts. you have to smile a lot and be interested and listen. you are not sure if people will think you are funny or just trying too hard. and then there is the sweating. i have been hot all day and i keep looking around, like- hey is anyone else melting or am i freakishly hormonal?
oh...that probably is the issue.
oh...that probably is the issue.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
elegy written in a country churchyard
O Rose, thou art sick
The invisible work
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Fully many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air
Thomas Gray
The invisible work
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Fully many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air
Thomas Gray
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