SO it’s Tuesday, the sophomore of the week. I had a long (good) conversation with a friend last night. There are times I wonder if what I do for a living, isn’t just some strange rehearsal for real life. I’m a psychotherapist. I basically listen for a living. I reflect. I am a paid voyeur. I highly recommend it as both a client and clinician. It’s a real luxury to give your issues to a stranger who isn’t invested in the outcome. They aren’t gonna try to snow you for some reason you aren’t aware of, and they may have some useful advice.
I think where people misinterpret what therapy is about, is in thinking that talking to that stranger for an hour a week is going to be the only thing they need to do to change their lives. It’s only an hour a week! I find people get confused with being able to vent. They hear themselves venting frequently enough, they start to fool themselves into thinking they are doing something about the problem, and really they’re just talking about it. You have to go out and change!
Yesterday I started writing a bit of a story. So today I continue with it, and the random stuff cuz I don’t want to break any jou jou created by this practice. I’m not nuts for the story, but at least I’m writing something besides clinical notes and how I feel about folding fitted sheets.
To be honest. My notes are a bit behind.
Ok, I have to go get ready for work. I will continue this later I guess.
Tuesday has taken off like a…. a…. an…. huh…. well it’s taken off as Tuesday’s typically do around here. So I am just going to hit Publish and be done with it.