It is after ten. I just finished seeing my last client. I walked in the door, went to the fridge, and looked to see what was there. Chicken strips. Some questionable hummus, Kraft singles, various sauces and salad dressings, frozen peas, carrots, and whatnot. I closed the door, turned to my left and grabbed a can of green beans. Good enough.
I am tired, but this is a processing blog, so I figure it doesn't hurt to type about what has been on my mind. Today was the first day that I have been on campus doing therapy with clients since they have started back for the year. I work with kids doing psychotherapy in the same school I graduated from. It feels strange walking the same halls that I walked as an awkward teen, but the familiarity is nice as well. I ran into one of my old teachers today and apologized for an offhanded comment about how I had been in German too long to consider taking German 3. To this day, I wish I had taken German 3.
My brain has been turned into a steaming puddle of Jello. My hope is that a good night's sleep will return it to a nice brainy-shaped brain. For now, I sleep.
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