It’s Not Really That I Like It, It’s More That I Need It….

At various times during the past 30 years, cleaning people’s homes has been a main source of my income. Although this is not a very glamorous job, it has supported me throughout much of my adult life, and I am more than grateful for it. It is a good job to have as a college student, as my schedule is apt to change every semester, and not every job offers that kind of flexibility. (more…)

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It’s kind of like riding a bike

For the past three years, my bicycle (beach cruiser- no mountains, no racing, just for fun) has sat on my back porch with flat tires and a destroyed seat (the cat thought it was a great scratching post). I had been so busy with classes, work, and home remodeling that I had not given it much thought, other than to I wish I had time to ride. Since this is my last summer of grad school and part time employment, I am trying to play more while I can. I recently repaired my bike so I am off and riding as often as possible.   (more…)

Quite frankly right this minute it sucks

As part of my Addictions class, we are required to participate in a 21 day abstinence project. We must attempt to abstain from a mood altering substance or a compulsive behavior, so that we will hopefully be more empathic with our clients who are abusing substances and are trying to stop. I have been wanting to stop smoking cigarettes for some time now, but haven’t quite gotten around to it, or was I subconsciously waiting for this assignment? (more…)

Music is Powerful

Music has always been a very important part of my life. Certain songs remind me of good and not so good times. As adolescents and teenagers, my friends and I spent considerable time listening to music. Cable T.V. had not arrived in our town yet, and Pong seemed boring to us, so replaying our albums until we memorized them was the normal after school activity. (more…)

Fit is Important

Many people enjoy spending free time at the mall. Not me, well except when it is to people watch. The mall is a great place to observe people. Sadly today’s mall trip was for pants and shoes that are more work appropriate than my grad school uniforms of cords and Vans. I dread clothes shopping. Don’t get me wrong, I like buying new clothes, but the leap from shopping to buying is what I detest. (more…)

An unanticipated turn of events

Through no fault of my own, I lost one of my jobs yesterday. I know, I know everybody says it’s not their fault, but this really isn’t. (more…)

How did I not know this sooner?

I am in grad school for mental health counseling. I am also a non-traditional student, which is a kind way of saying an older adult. It has taken me this long to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, but I’m not sure why it has taken this long. (more…)

Curiosity hasn’t killed this cat!

I’m not sure what is going on this week, but I am seeing stories related to adoption daily on the Today show. Today’s story was a couple meeting their new infant daughter for the first time, on air. This is an extremely public arena for a seemingly very private event. Personally, I believe I would prefer this meeting in private, but that’s just me. The story that really got me thinking though was yesterday’s. Dr Nancy Snyderman adopted an infant 27 years ago, and the story was about the daughter meeting her biological mom for the first time. The interviewer asked the standard questions, like “How does it feel to meet your biological mom?”, and made the usual comments, like “Have you been curious all these years?” This last question kills me. As an adoptee, my answer to this question would unfortunately be sarcastic, as in DUH, but I understand that some of us are not curious about our origins. That does NOT describe me. (more…)

I guess I am an adult

Wednesday night in class, my professor asked us a question that I have been pondering since. The question was “When did you know you were an adult?” We were discussing societies that have rituals or rites of passage to indicate that one is an adult. The United States, in general, has no specific marker of adulthood, other than reaching the age of 18. (more…)

Mean Ol’ Mr. Perfectionist

My mouth is dry, I am already nervous and I still have about 8 hours before my presentation.

You would think after 2 years of grad school, I would be fairly comfortable with presentations by now. But, I’m not. I am certainly less nervous than I used to be, but that old friend, Mr. Perfectionist, always shows up right before my presentations. (more…)