And I’m done.
I’m done with my mid-terms.
See you later Felicia.
Bye.
I was up late last night doing my CBT homework and reading, I had to have an assignment turned in and yesterday was far busier than I had thought it was going to be, especially since I made up my solo supervision right after my group supervision (my solo supervisor was on vacation last week and I must have a certain amount of supervision to see clients, I went over the amount that just doing my group would cover) and then did some errands and went and did the deal.
Fuck that was good.
I got exactly what I needed.
And then I came home, ate a late dinner, did some CBT reading, talked with my best friend, then when we wrapped up I went into the rest of it and did the assignment and got it done.
Today I let myself sleep 8 hours.
So sexy.
Then got up and went to yoga, even though I knew it was going to be a challenging class, which it was, oh my god the amount of sweat, but it was also super good to be in my body and not in my head about my homework.
I had some moments of anxiety yesterday when I was trying to figure out how to get the work done in between just doing the daily chores of living that I needed to take care of, like laundry and grocery shopping.
My weekdays are generally pretty full, work, clients, etc, and then when I am loaded up with homework the weekends become a push to make it all happen.
Thankfully I just took it moment to moment and it got done.
It all got done.
Oh sure.
I still have reading to do, but I won’t have class for a couple of weekends, my next weekend of classes is November, 9, 10, 11.
So there is a little time to do the reading that still needs to be done and I will have another paper I have to write, but it’s not due until I’m actually in class.
My Transpersonal Psychology paper had to be done today.
It is due on Tuesday, but fuck me, like I’d have any kind of time to write it tomorrow or Tuesday.
I have solo supervision tomorrow at 9 a.m., work from 11-6p.m. and two clients from 6:30-8:30 p.m. Not really a day that screams extra time to write a mid-term.
And same on Tuesday, 9:30 a.m. my own therapy, and the work and clients is the same.
I had to do it today.
And I got it done.
It went fast.
It was an easy paper for me to write.
I knew when I read the description of what the paper needed to be about that I would be able to knock it out in an hour, hour and a half tops.
It wasn’t a super long paper, four pages, and I can write that pretty quick.
I have the word.
Worlds of words.
I’m a little word whore.
I love language and writing and poetry and I find it all comes together when I’m writing academic papers.
I have a method that works really well for me, the only catch being is that I must read everything that is pertinent to the paper, it’s where I get my ideas on what to write on.
I underline and highlight and star things that resonate with me.
Then when it’s time to write the paper I go through my books and readers and I look at the things that I star and then I take post it notes and jot down what works for the paper.
I usually end up with much more material than I could reference, I did this time, the paper required 2-3 references and I used 4.
I wrote the full four pages too, and I could have written a couple more.
Writing a short paper or piece can actually be harder, I’m good at rambling.
I like to use pretty language and make pictures on the paper.
Suffice to say I wrote the paper fairly quick and I was happy with the outcome.
I proofed it and saved it and then sent the T.A. a copy and my professor a copy.
I’ll have one more paper, which will be bigger as it’s the final paper, plus a group project for this class before the semester is over.
I haven’t yet cracked the reading for the next set of classes, but I had read everything for this past weekend, so yeah, the paper was fresh in my head and quite easy to just let it all come out.
So, so, so stinking grateful for my blog practice.
It has helped me in more ways than I can enumerate.
And, yes, it’s a nice way to shake the rest of the day out of my body and be present in the moment, sitting happy and calm and relaxed in my body.
Listening to Leonard Cohen and feeling dreamy.
Thinking about my next tattoo.
Not worrying about the week.
The week will happen.
The time will pass.
And the next week shall come without me being anxious about it.
Actually next weekend could be pretty nice for me, I don’t think I have to write anything big for the next weekend of classes, though I know I’ll need to double-check, aside from a short two page paper on whatever dream happens to happen for me in the next week or two.
I haven’t had any that I can remember.
Just little snippets of things.
I am a dreamy lady though, I suspect there will be something to write on.
Grateful I made it through my weekend and though I didn’t exactly have time off, days without needing to be somewhere or do something, I did get enough of being outside in the sun.
I read outside for two hours today and ate a meal on my back porch which was super lovely.
I did talk with people I love.
I did meet with a lady and do the deal.
And yes.
I got my mid-terms finished.
I’ll take it.
Yes.
Yes I fucking will.
Thank you very much.
Auntiebubba 