It’s Official!

Hi Carmen,

It is my pleasure to officially offer you an internship at the Liberation Institute. It was wonderful meeting with you and I’ve no doubt that you’d be a great addition to our therapeutic community.

Next steps:

We need you to reply with one of the following answers:

– Yes, I officially accept! 

or

– No, I officially decline.

or

– I need more time to decide.

Please let me know if you’ll be joining us!

If you have questions or concerns, just let me know.

Thanks!

What do you think I said?

Ha.

Of course.

I said yes.

I said I “officially accept!”

And I did.

And it’s official.

I’m an intern.

Holy shit.

So nice to have this part of the journey out-of-the-way, I was much more anxious about it than I needed to be, so much more anxious, and for naught, it worked out perfect.

It was on God’s time.

Not mine.

In fact.

I hadn’t even had the Liberation Institute on my radar, I was going to go work for UCSF or one of the CIIS sites.

I had my plans.

God chuckled, and said, hey, what about over here?

I said, nah, I’ve got this.

Then I realized, as I do so often, that no, in fact, I do not have this and yes, actually, the Liberation Institute is indeed the place where I am supposed to be.

How may I fit myself to be of maximum service to my fellows?

And there it was.

After I responded yes and then text my two besties in the program and sharing the news, and yes, I did, I called my mom.

It’s nice to call your mom with the big news.

We had a good catch up chat and she asked when I was going to be graduating and I said May of 2018 and she’s going to come out and see me get my Masters degree.

I was so touched by that.

And grateful.

Then I got another message from my new supervisor, saying, “hooray!  Welcome aboard Carmen.”

How nice to have someone excited to work with me.

My supervisor outlined what I need to do next, basically get paperwork through my school and I’ll be able to attend to that this up coming weekend when I am in school for the second weekend of the semester.

I’ll pick up the paper work and then I’ll meet with my supervisor in March to do the next part.

And I will also do my interview of him for my Community Mental Health class at that time.

Yes, I will.

Two birds, one stone.

It feels really so nice to be here, to be taking these next steps.

I know there is still so much more work to do, but this just feels so good, so right, so affirming to have this happen, and I’ve been assured by many in my cohort that of course it was going to happen, but still.

When it does.

Oh.

That is a damn nice feeling.

Yes, yes it is.

And it was really swell, yeah, I said swell, to also relay the news to my employer who was happy for me and also relieved, even if she didn’t express that as much as the happy, that I won’t have to change-up my hours, that I will be with them, that we are on the same page, that I can do the internship and still be their nanny.

Yup.

The grad school nanny.

Not a role I ever thought I would be in.

Not a hat I thought I would wear.

But I’ll wear it.

Jaunty and slightly askew.

Rakish like.

Happy to be in said position.

I got such nice compliments from the mom today too, about how nice it was to come home and not have to make dinner and that they really liked my food so much and, well, that too makes me happy.

I do so enjoy cooking for others.

I made them two kinds of pasta tonight.

One a fusilli with fresh pesto.

And.

Spaghetti with meat sauce and herbed tomatoes.

Lots of fresh grated parmesan and a happy clan of people.

I was let go a few minutes early and hopped out the door and was able to catch my 6:30 pm regular get together and see some folks there.

I was invited to fellowship and I ended up going.

And then.

I ended up bailing.

I love my people.

But I can’t eat at Pasquale’s.

It’s all pizza and pasta and as I started to get a little panicky about eating and making something work when I had planned on eating at home and so I bounced.

I felt a little bad, but not too much.

Sometimes I need company.

And sometimes I just have to eat my own food.

I’ll make up for it this week.

I promise.

I have dinner plans to meet with my person tomorrow after work, so that will do as a start.

It was really nice to check in with him today and tick off the things that I had done, taking his suggestions around some stuff that came up for me yesterday, relating that I had put my big girl pants on and made an appointment at the dentist.

Yes.

An internship and an appointment to go to the dentist.

Adulting all over the place.

I also shared that I had gotten the news about the internship.

It was nice to share the news.

I mean, I had known, the interview went so well, but until one gets the official letter, well, it wasn’t official.

Now it is.

I really am so pleased.

Life continues to open up and bloom and it’s such a gift to be witnessing it.

I hadn’t expected to be on this path and I am blown away again and again at how right it is, how it feels to pursue, how competent I feel in moving forward and how humbled that yes, after all, I am supposed to help people.

That my main talent is to be a helper.

First and foremost.

To myself.

But then for so many others.

I am thrilled.

And.

Honored.

I am.

Grateful.

I am.

Graced.

I am.

All the things.

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