The Madness In My Head

Day two of my at home Applied Thesis Course/Final Project and I still don’t have a beginning. I spent most of the day yesterday catching up on emails and searching the Universe for a book to order which would help me with the project I have chosen. I finally found one and have put the order in with expedite shipping arrangements as it’s coming from the United States so hopefully it will get here sooner than later.

I am upset at the school for not having told me sooner that I was allowed to order a book and that the cost was covered as part of the hefty tuition I already paid. That is very good as text books are expensive and the one I ordered cost $80.00. Had I known earlier, I would have made sure I had a text here, ready to stick my nose into as soon as the weekend was over. Three weeks is not a long time to get a project off the ground and running and now I wish I had the book in my lap to learn and reference from.

So here’s what I’ve decided on as my final project. I am going to put together a formal proposal for a workshop (likely a two page document), then I will build the workshop which will include the theory and rationale for what I am presenting as well as an experiential component with actual exercises and practical applications which participants will experience as part of their learning. I will also put together an evaluation system to be used by participants to evaluate the efficiency of the workshop and the way it is presented.

And the workshop I will be putting together is …….dah…ta….dah……da……….. The Therapeutic Use of Writing. I bet that comes as a huge surprise to everyone. What I am designing is a workshop that I can present to counsellors which will hopefully help them realize the importance of writing and how to use it effectively with their clients. If I can be successful at doing that then I will have spread the word to many more people then I ever could on my own.

So I have to get my butt in gear because designing a workshop is no small task. For every hour of presentation there is probably the equivalent of at least four or five hours of research and preparation. In fact I’m getting a little antsy about the whole thing and sometimes I hear that little voice in my head that says, “Have you gone absolutely mad, what are you thinking and what the hell makes you think you can swing this anyway?” I have to be quick to turn around and scream. “Shut Up!”