An Open Letter To. . .

The Creator

I’m getting tired of studying. I feel like my head can’t retain another technique, another disorder, another theory or another area to dissect and diagnosis. I’m starting to cringe at the thought of another text book, another project to do or another research paper to write. I am getting closer to the end and that thought both excites me and scares the willys out of me. How’s it all going to come together, will I open my own office, will it be here and how in the world will I go about it financially?

It seems to me I should be putting some thought into all of this, into what’s the next step so I’ll be ready for what’s coming around the corner but by the end of the day I don’t have any time or brain space left to go there much less figure it out for myself. Hopefully between now and the end of March the fog will clear, things will begin to take shape and I will sound a little more intelligent about my sense of direction.

The program is a heavy one and I’m at the point where I would much prefer to curl up with a good novel or one of my writing books rather than a text book. But don’t get me wrong, even though I’m getting tired, I love every minute of it, all the learning I’m ingesting and all the personal growth I see happening in myself and others.

One of the things I’ve always firmly believed is that we may not be responsible for the things that happen to us as we grow up but as adults we’re 100% responsible for fixing whatever it is that gets in our way and it’s up to us to do so. This is the empowering magical fun part of counselling and moving forward into our own light. That’s what I love about it.

Writefully Yours
Annette