Thursdays are interesting in that at least once a month I begin therapy early in the morning and finish a bit more than three hours later.
The first session is the the Sister who is patiently listening to me struggle with all things faith related.
Second was regular therapy, which went well. She wants to have more discussions about what my next steps might be, job-wise, but until all of the testing is finished that is a non-issue. We all know what I want and we just have to wait. I was hoping to hear something today. Still tomorrow.
Lastly was group. I have discovered that it is not a good idea, no matter what the conventional thought might be otherwise, to peer counsel members of a group to which you belong. There is too much overlap, and for one of the women with whom I work, her expectations of how much time I should be spending with her are increasing. It is not healthy and is inappropriate on so many levels.
That woman became ill during group and I drove her home, which is fine. During the ride she kept a steady conversation about what I do most of the time and that we should repeat the day that I helped her with errands. You know, if I am going to continue doing this part of my work, the therapist that facilitates the group and I need to meet and establish some guidelines. I sort of fell into this when she asked if the woman could have my telephone number. She is an intern this year and I am just dumb, old me, so it was a true beginner's misstep.
Everything will work out. I will find out if I passed the exam in time to register with the state examiners. I will find the ways to help without the possibility of causing hurt. I want pizza. I am pretty much craving pizza. I cannot go get pizza because I shopped on the way home today and I have lots of food in the house. I have some really excellent celery and lovely carrots and red bell peppers. And hummus. It is going to be delicious, but it will not be pizza.
Whilst I used triumvirate fairly close to the definition, there is one more thing. Months ago I was worried about what I would do with my life when I ran out of problems. Granted, the stuff I was facing and the challenges with which I was dealing were crappy, sometimes the the nth degree, and I knew that things would either work out or not, or even become worse. Personal safety has still not been resolved. Probably will not be for some time. If ever. However, I am taking precautions and feel as comfortable with the whole mess, at least as comfortable as anyone can be near a city that is experiencing record-breaking gun shootouts, random shootings, retaliatory battles and murders.
That level of problems is in my past...knock wood...and I am kind of pleased to be transitioning into normal life problems, at least what passes for normal. It is very nice to have issues and problems what do not have the potential to kill me. So, I no longer have to stress about the end of my whining and navel-gazing. That knowledge would go so great with a nice pepperoni pie. Does anyone deliver to this part of town?