Versus what I am going to do.
Which is blog.
I should just got to bed, I had a ten-hour work day with the family I nanny for and then I had two clients this evening after work.
I got home 49 minutes ago.
Threw laundry in the dryer, chatted on the phone, threw some food in a pan and ate some dinner.
I should just go to bed.
Right?
I’ve got school tomorrow, a client tomorrow, plans in the evening, more school Saturday, school Sunday, a narrative I have to completely fucking re-write on Sunday for “People Who Usually Don’t Lecture,” I have no days off.
I won’t have a day of for some time yet.
Although.
Whatever.
I will have some day time free coming up soon–the family I nanny for will be out-of-town the 16th through the 26th.
I will have some down time.
I will have plenty to do seeing clients at night, but a lot of my clients are gone for the holiday and I will have off completely, like nothing at all on the books for the Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday of Thanksgiving week.
I’ll spend the actual holiday with my person and some fellows here in the city, but aside from that, I will have some big swaths of time off.
So sure.
I’ve got to be up early and I should just go to bed, but, of course, now that I’m home and ensconced in my bunny slippers with some food in my tummy and some water, I feel bright and alert again.
I also had a couple of really good sessions with my clients and there is something so energizing about that, not thinking of myself for an hour, paying close attention to another, being really present and empathetic.
It can be draining and I have had challenging sessions and have felt zapped to bits afterward, but that didn’t happen tonight.
I had the, “I really like being a therapist!” moment again tonight after my last client left.
And I just floated out of my office and zipped home on my scooter.
I’m hoping I can use my scooter tomorrow.
There is some rain forecasted, but I might be able to hit the window.
The rain looks late morning and early afternoon.
If I can get to school before it hits I should be in class longer than the predicted rain, thus allowing me to get out after the rain and get to my internship.
I have just one client tomorrow and I am coordinating an earlier session time with her so that I might just maybe have a few minutes to do some homework and some grocery shopping, because God only fucking knows when I will get to it otherwise.
I’m really keeping my fingers crossed that the weather will allow me to ride.
I just get here and there and around so much faster, it’s so efficient.
Although, I hate riding in the rain and I won’t ride if I get up tomorrow and it’s raining.
I’ll either take the train in or grab a car.
I want to get up early too and get in a shower and shave and pack up my stuff.
I will probably be taking my laptop with me so that I can do some work on it.
I don’t like doing that, but I also will have time between the end of my classes in the afternoon and whenever my client rolls in.
I may have two hours and that’s a lot of homework reading to whip through.
And a good deal of the reading I have left to do is online.
Which I do not like, but that’s what it is.
I can hardly even believe that I’m in class tomorrow, it feels surreal.
I have not been anxious, oh, a little, I always am a tiny bit before the weekend of classes commences, but nothing like it was before.
I know I can get through the weekend on slight sleep.
I know that I just have to show up.
I know that I need to participate.
But ultimately.
My focus is on my personal life, my work life, and my clients.
I am not really as wrapped up in the school work and the class room time and my weeks are full so that the time in between class weekends seems to have gone by quite quickly.
After this weekend I will have one more weekend of classes and then the semester is over!
That is the best.
Then.
Oh.
One more semester.
In which I will only have three classes, as opposed to the SIX I have now.
Did you know that?
I’m running six classes, working full to over time hours at my job and seeing 8 clients a week.
I am amazed that I have gotten to have any time for play.
But it sneaks in there.
I get brief little blissful moments.
Kisses of time.
Nibbles of passion and sweetness.
Not enough.
No.
Not enough by far.
But enough to sustain.
Just get me through this semester I keep telling myself, I can do this, just get through this semester.
Life will not always be at this pace and I will find more time for myself and my pursuits.
I don’t want to work hard to just work hard all the time.
I want to connect.
I want to dance cheek to cheek.
I want to sleep in.
I mean.
Maybe that’s a stretch.
How about I want to sleep 8 hours.
That would be hella sexy.
I want to read a book that is not psychology related.
I mean.
How nice would that be?
All the things on my mind.
No wonder I am not ready to go to bed right now.
And you know.
That’s ok.
I’ll get rest.
(when I’m dead)
When I want something badly enough.
I will get it.
I know what I need.
I have a lot of clarity around that recently.
I think I understand.
Love.
That’s all I need.
And a little self-knowledge.
It goes a long fucking way.
Seriously.
Auntiebubba 