On the Road Again

For once, it is me this time and not the husband. Being alone all of the time kind of sucks mental health wise - social media tools just don't have that interpersonal touch that makes you believe no man is an island. The good part is that I get to realistically try out some self-CBT before recommending a particular exercise to a client. I even managed for the first time in my post-secondary, oh hell, post-first grade education turn a paper in a whole 30ish hours before it was due.  I am still debating if taking on a an teaching gig was helpful or harmful to my overall development.  On one hand, it was a psych class and the 20 hours a week I spent on prep provided forced study time I may have otherwise neglected. On the other hand, I would not have flaked out on a few Blackboard discussions, could have delved deeper into the material, and, at least theoretically,  concluded my clinical hours without having to take an incomplete.

I love hindsight.

In these last few hours before I leave for Memphis, I have a final in assessment strategies, 2 SOAP notes, 1 Reflective Journal, and 1 process recording to do. When I get back, I also have roughly 90 hours of clinical time I need to log before August. Thankfully, my second clinical site came through so I should just get done before I have to start over again.

If I am not mistaken, the new deadline for the end of the world comes while I am in school. At least I get to go out listening to Elvis with a belly full of barbecue and a blueberry sidecar.

Until the road gets rolling  . . .