Holy fuck.
It’s happening.
I mean.
It’s been happening for years now, when I think about it, the getting to graduation bit.
But.
Whoa.
It’s really happening now.
I got a notification from my cohort’s student representative with the program that the deadline for the application to graduate is February 1st.
I have two more weeks before I’m heading back into the first weekend of classes for my last semester and I have to be on this shit in a major way.
There are quite a few hoops to jump through,
I am a tiny bit surprised that there is so much paperwork that has to be done, and at the same time, not at all surprised, the school is small and there often times seems to be a lot of unnecessary hoop jumping on the part of the students.
This is not something new.
So good information to have as I navigate the next couple of weeks before the semester begins, because I will also have another application due in February.
The application to the PhD program through the Transformative Psychology program.
That application is due at the end of the month.
The application to graduate from my Masters in Counseling Psychology will be due the 1st of the month.
Nicely bookending my weekend of classes and all the other things that I need to take care of to get through the month.
Plus.
I am going on a trip in February to the East Coast.
Holy bats.
February is going to be a big fucking month.
And although it’s only January 4th I can feel that this month is going to fly by.
This week certainly has, I was like, wait, what, tomorrow’s Friday?
How the hell did that happen so quick?
Back to clients, back to work, holidays over, get yourself busy.
Gratefully this week really was an easing in.
I didn’t have my solo supervision, that revs back up on Monday, just my therapy this week, and I also did not carry my full load of clients.
I’ve had three this week so far, two of those session were tonight, and I will have a phone session tomorrow at 6:30 p.m.
My last client of the week cancelled.
So I will actually get out in time to do the deal.
Maybe I’ll pop over to Our Lady of Safeway and get right with God.
It’s been a hot second since I’ve been in that neck of the woods.
I’ve a full day Saturday, dentist appointment at 9 a.m., hoping to get out with just a quick cleaning and get back to my neighborhood in time to go to yoga, then a shower, some late breakfast, and getting over to group supervision in the afternoon from 2-4p.m.
I’ll have a lull in between, maybe time to get a manicure.
I’ll hit my spot at 7pm in the NOPA and call it a Saturday.
Sunday I do have a ladybug coming over to do some work and I’m looking forward to that for sure.
Of course, I’ll want to get in a yoga class, and perhaps another bike ride, I really enjoyed doing that.
If the weather holds.
It’s been raining a fuck of a lot the last couple days and it looks like there’s still some more in the upcoming days.
So grateful for my car.
Really, so much.
Especially coming home tonight when the sky just sort of opened up out of nowhere, to not be on my scooter in the rain, such a blessing.
Anyway.
Sunday may be the day to kick out the graduation application.
I do want to get it out-of-the-way fairly quickly.
I don’t want it looming over me during the school weekend, especially as I will be occupied getting into my class routine.
Plus.
I will want to have the rest of the time to work on my application for the PhD program.
Which reminds me.
I need to talk to my advisor, who just so happens to be the head of my department, about getting a letter of recommendation from him.
The PhD program requires that one of my letters come from my academic advisor.
I don’t believe it will be too hard to get a good letter from him, he was one of my first teachers in the program, I had him my first semester, he admires me, he has asked me to help advise others regarding writing academically and he’s asked after my experience with teachers in the program and some interesting internal conflicts my cohort has gone through.
I really like him and he likes me and he’s been a great advocate of mine.
I have to make an appointment to meet with him ASAP.
I’m going to be talking to the Dean from the Transformative Psychology department on Monday, I want to line up my advisor for the following week when I’ll be heading into my first weekend of the semester.
But.
First.
A little fun.
And.
Oh.
A tiny bit of pain too.
I have my anniversary in 9 days and a dance party to go to–the fun.
And.
Yes.
A thirteenth star tattoo to get–the pain.
I’ll be heading into see Danny Boy at Let it Bleed on Polk Street on the afternoon of my anniversary after I get out of my group supervision.
Danny Boy’s done the last three stars for me.
I’m planning a pink one this go around, a small’ish one, on the right side of my neck, above the big black star that I got, my 11th year, which also happened to fall right after David Bowie’s death–Bowie was sober and his last album was Black Star–seemed quite apropos.
I’m excited.
There’s some big stuff happening.
Anniversary, graduation application, PhD application, life, love, doing the deal, work, clients.
All the things.
All of them.
Auntiebubba 