Recent Musings:
Bleh.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
(I wonder how many times I've used that title!) I so enjoy reading everyone's updates via blogs; I'll admit that I check everyone's blog nearly every day to keep up on their lives. Perhaps I should just call!
Here's a brief update on me. Last night I got 4 hours of sleep, something I hardly ever do, because of a large paper I needed to finish. I got it done and have survived the day without the crabbiness I thought would ensue. I'm taking a short break this weekend because the push to the end of the semester is going to be tough - truly, just the push through Thanksgiving is going to be tough! I am making a trip to 'home' with my husband and will be able to see just a few friends and mostly family. I think the change of pace will be good.
I laugh when I think about this, but in many ways I think I've reverted back to infancy. I've begun to cry or pout when I'm either tired or hungry and I've started carrying Cheerios around as a snack! This is very comical to me, but mostly I think it's true. Our childhood shapes so much of who we are and when things get really tough, it's easy to slide back into that "I just need to be nurtured!" phase. Comical.
Therapy is going good; I'm always surprised when people come back for their weekly appointments. Lately I really feel so honored that people come to me each week and share their lives and their stories with me; I know they're coming to a therapist and not to RhondaSue, but I just feel there must be a larger, more providential reason why these six women have come to me and keep coming to me each week. I'm always aware of a certain beauty that each person holds; I think I start to see souls and not the outer shell, if that makes sense. In this way, therapy is somewhat terrifying as well. I feel that I in some way need to offer help and guidance and healing to these women and I don't always know how to do that. Along with what I'm learning in my program, I try to be Christ-like too, and merciful. "Because we've been given mercy, so we share mercy." Something like that.
I love my husband and am so amazed at what a support he is. In a moment of my panic this week he offered to read articles for me and then summarize them to me for my paper; I can't think of a sweeter, more genuine offer of help and I'm overwhelmed by this.
Wow, I had more to say than I thought! I've started to cry - a combination of opera, my amazing husband and no sleep - and I hope that I've shared a bit of myself for my friends. I don't know how much I'll post within Thanksgiving time, but if I don't, please enjoy it.