Well, I have a meeting in the morning about the training stuff from last week. I think that they, the Center, are going to ask me to start a group. They have been mentioning it since I first applied for the training, and I cannot imagine what else could be on the agenda. They cannot offer me a job, already having a specialist on staff.
I meet with my therapist, the person who told me about the certification and encouraged me to apply. On the strength of her confidence in me I did that, as well as writing an essay to apply for a scholarship. I was accepted on both counts, and, really, I am still having moments of pause, wondering how all of this happened and how really and truly lucky I am to have been accepted into this program.
Now, the hard work begins. National and state certification testing. I have never done well on tests. Give me a job or a project and I do just fine. Tests, not so much.
Lordy. This is a new kind of stress, a great stress, one I embrace, but stress nevertheless.