i have had quite the week with clients. high needs, high touch, lotsa time. i sat in the emergency room with someone for a couple of hours, because they were not able to believe they were going to be allright any other way.
it's funny, because i have had no reservations about walking this person through their fear as best i can. i am reassured that i am doing service work, am fulfilling the verbal contract that i would become a journeyman in recovery and work with others. this translates to poz persons in my case and it's a pretty damn good fit.
i forget to be in gratitude. i guess i spent so many years in misery and discontent, that i float back there automatically as if the my foundation were slanted that way.
i gave a very small presentation at the planning council with the other leadership members. it seemed to go well, although one never really knows. thank goodness i don't get reviewed. we have dramatically modified the 3 year comprehensive plan and we are in the process of rolling it out to the council at large. fun times. no really. exciting times. hopefully more meaningful.
today's sound choice is chumbawumba's "tubthumping" (lyrics definitely tongue in cheek)
4 comments:
It sounds extremely rewarding, even (or especially?) as you extend yourself and make yourself available to your clients.
I respect your giving of yourself to others. Please don't forget to extend the same care to your own needs.
Thanks for the dance around the room music. I need to hang loose sometimes.
"i guess i spent so many years in misery and discontent, that i float back there automatically as if the my foundation were slanted that way."
Exactly. That's exactly what it is. I get knocked up, but I get down again. (also said tongue firmly in cheek.)
Silly as the song is, I need to remember its refrain. I get knocked down so frequently and sometimes I forget it's up to me, not the universe, to "get up again." Which is simply self-pity but I hope to learn better as life goes on.
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