Well.
I’m not sure if I’m going to take the entire day off.
But.
I’m considering it.
My birthday is three weeks from today.
It’s a Monday, so it’s not a night I’d be out swinging a big stick and having a huge party.
But after some discussion with my solo supervisor today, I realized, which I had been feeling in the back of my head and in my heart, that I don’t want to see clients on my birthday.
In fact.
It sounds just atrocious.
Nothing sounds like a bigger bowl of self-pity to me.
I just don’t want to go there, self-pity it’s just not for dessert any more.
I told one of my clients tonight that I would be unavailable and she took it just fine, and I did not disclose it was my birthday, just simply stated I would be out of office.
No freaking big deal.
My other client cancelled tonight.
Because.
Hahahaha.
It’s her birthday.
So.
I will take her cue and not see clients on my special day either.
I’m tempted to take the whole day off, but I’ve not any vacation time left and I think it might actually be sweet to work with my charges that day, my little lady bug turned five yesterday and I got to have a sweet afternoon with her at school pick up and beyond and giving her the birthday present I had gotten her.
She loved it.
We had a tea party and wore princess crowns.
Although she looked at me when and said out of nowhere, “you’re not really a princess,” she cocked her head and paused, then added, “you’re really a queen.”
Oh my god little girl, make my heart just melt.
I must know how to carry a crown!
In fact, ha, I am remembering now what my best friend back in Wisconsin told me once, “You have a really regal way of carrying your face.”
Royalty.
I’ll take it.
Anyway.
I just know that it will better for me to not take clients that night and who knows, maybe take myself out to dinner and a movie or just dinner, it is a Monday night after all, or to the Imperial Day Spa or Kabuki.
Just not to my internship.
I have supervision in the morning, I can’t get out of that, work I’m 50/50 on taking off the day, but the night, damn straight, I’m going to do it.
Nothing about it feels wrong.
What, I realize, was feeling wrong was the idea of seeing clients on my birthday, I’m in an unpaid internship seeing 8 clients a week, it’s ok to take my fucking birthday off.
My clients will live.
And.
I won’t be pissy and sad and in self-pity and be upset with myself.
That might be the best birthday present I can give myself.
Although I could give myself a tattoo.
Heh.
I’m always angling for a little more ink it seems.
I’ll definitely be getting one in January, another birthday, or more of anniversary you could say, I’ll be turning 13 (years sober), so definitely I’ll be adding another star to the entourage I have.
I’ve also been thinking that I would get it as a “Lucky 13” star.
A big star with “Lucky 13” written through it.
Not sure yet, and still plenty of time to figure that out.
But yeah, the birthday in three weeks.
“You’re going to be 45!” She said, to me as she sipped her tea, “I know that because you’re the same age as me except with a four in front of it.”
God I love this little girl.
She is something else.
I’m so lucky to work with this family.
I’ll be renegotiating my contract with them next month as well, signing up for another year with them.
I’m hoping that they will offer me a raise, I’m pretty sure they will, and if not, I’ll negotiate a cost of living wage, which is appropriate for living in San Francisco, that’s for sure.
They are great people to work for and really do appreciate me, I got the nicest text from the mom today after work when I was doing some client advocacy work at my internship.
It’s good to be appreciated.
I do like hearing.
I do not need the validation, I know I do a good job, but it’s still nice to hear, it’s always nice to hear.
It’s like when someone you know loves you says they love you, you know they do, but it feels special anyway, no matter how many times it’s been said before, it’s still sweet to hear.
Oof.
I just got hit witht the tired.
It was a good Monday, especially when I think about how nice it was to celebrate with my charge her birthday, and also to just make it through the beginning of the week.
It’s going to be a big one.
Therapy before work tomorrow, work, two clients in the evening.
Wednesday I just have work, but I’m hoping to get a good chunk of homework done, I need to finish up the online portion of my Pharmacology and Human Sexuality class done. I think I can get it done Wednesday between work and my evening commitment.
Thursday is work and two clients in the evening, Friday the same.
Saturday is maybe yoga if my ankle is feeling up to it, and group supervision and homework, I’ve got to start a paper if not get one completely finished.
Because Sunday I’m in dress rehearsal for People Who Usually Don’t Lecture.
The show is one week from tomorrow!
My goodness, it’s sneaking up fast.
Ack.
That reminds me!
I have to ask out of work an hour early next Tuesday so I can be at the show when the producers want us there.
I think I may have figured out what I’m going to wear.
Heh.
Although, damn it, I’m going to have to sneak in a manicure and some eyebrow waxing.
Yikes.
Maybe Sunday in between the dress rehearsal and my last CBT Webinar.
Sigh.
Oh for fuck’s sake, I have a lot to do, not going to think about it anymore tonight.
I did enough for today.
The biggest being the decision to take my birthday night off.
Self-care.
Self-advocacy.
Shit.
I even sound like a therapist.
Ha.
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