Wednesday, February 3, 2010

feeling the pull

i've been writing this post in my head for a couple weeks. and honestly, it's gone now, all that i'd written.  i just finished supervision early and am avoiding a Diagnostic Assessment that i need to write, reading blogs i love and wishing i knew how to post beautiful photos and creative musings here. but alas. i can't seem to figure it out. i can't even seem to get my font to stay the way i change it. it's annoying. it's blah-zay.

i was itching for a change last week, so on thursday i, shhh don't tell, re-ignite my online dating life (a.k.a. forked over the money and prayed it wouldn't be a waste this time). and on friday, i went to a salon (can't tell you the last time i went to one of those) with a friend from school, also scratching at the change-itch, and dyed my hair.  it's now much darker (as dark as the lady could suggest i go with my coloring) and has red in it. and i have to tell you, i love it so much that i am considering paying regularly to keep it this way! i also decided that i DO NOT afterall want my hair its hippy length again. i had been saying i was going to grow it back, but i realized i like it the length it is now (basically just badly needing a haircut), so i'm going to hope that my hairdresser/friend kim will be able to switch our routine to cut to this length instead of the 2-3 inches shorter i've had for the last almost two years.

pretty big changes around here, eh? ha.

i'm in my last semester of grad school. so far so good. as in not too hard. i've managed to still waste lots of time and be just fine doing it. right now i only have three classes with homework. come spring break, i'll add another. but this seems to be the most manageable semester yet. there will be role-plays (which really don't scare me anymore, thanks to my months of "doing it for real" at my internship) and group projects (yuck!), but i'll make it. and come May 15th i'll walk the stage, get hooded by my parents, and get my MSW. i can almost smell freedom now!

in the meantime i've been stressing i bit about "what's next." i have some ideas in the works and am dabbling in the volunteer world to make sure i get to work in areas that i'm most passionate about. i'm contemplating what i'll do, where i'll go, if i can't get a job here. i'm thinking of applying for incredible competitive (unpaid) positions that could take me back overseas. and i'm thinking the sensible me should take whatever job i can and just hunker down for two years until i get that clinical license. hmmm.... thoughts? advice?

well, in the meantime i'm doing therapy. FIVE clients in one day yesterday. my supervisor says that's a record for any intern she's ever had... (i brag a bit because it really was quite a bit deal). and i wasn't left drained by it, rather quite energized. and that energized me more because it might suggest this is actually for me afterall. i also finally got assigned my in home family to work with.  that begins next week. i have been ready and raring to go on that one for many weeks/months now. i feel pretty good about it except for some of the paperwork will be new. i'll be working with a wee tyke and his mum. how fun.

no one reads this. minus anne and sarah. and honestly that sorta annoys me. now i've come full circle and am back to thinking about how i could make this silly me-indulgent spot a bit more enticing to the sometimes/raretimes reader....??

6 comments:

  1. i read this! and i wanna see your hair cut/color!

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  2. so nice to see that YOU read this! :) i'm sans camera right now but hopefully soon i can take a shot worth showing.

    love.

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  3. me too, me too. Want to see that beautiful do.

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  4. I just read this. So there. I've never seen you on MY blog....

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  5. Well, I just stumbled on this...

    It's good to get to know you a little better, Liz.
    dlw
    ps, here's what I wrote lately.
    http://tpmcafe.talkingpointsmemo.com/talk/blogs/a/n/ankotp/2010/02/strategic-election-reform.php

    dlw

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