Food for thought

From Jeff Kottler's "On being a therapist"

I wonder is Freud's admonishment to remain detached in the therapeutic relationship was intended less to promote the client's transference than to preserve the emotional safety of the clinician. The experience of any practitioner would attest to the emotional as well as the intellectual strains of living constancly with clients' crises, confusion, and intense suffering. We sit in a sacred vault, completely isolated from the rest of the world and all other intrusions, accompanied only by those who have lost hope, who live with excruciating agony, and who sometimes try to make others' lives as miserable as their own. Even with the best defenses and clinical detachment, we are still sometimes polluted by this pain.
-Kottler

It's been so long...

Well, it's been months... so much to report. Jerrad and I went to Ireland. Which was really neat. Well, we went to Northern Ireland, which is part of the UK. The more I learned about Northern Ireland, the more I was ready to go home. But after being there a week, and being charmed by the locals, I would definitately go back.
Jerrad is still working hard on his PhD. I'm not jealous. In fact, the longer he is in his PhD, the more I do not want to start one.
The dogs are doing well. They are just as spoiled as ever. We are getting them ready for dove season in September. I know Sonny will blow us away with his hunting abilities. It's interesting to see how the exact same genetics can rear totally different hunting styles. Welker with hunt because we want him to; Sonny hunts because Sonny wants to. I'm a proud momma.
Work is still working.
And Stephanie is still Stephanie, that about sums it all up.

Easy does it

As most readers know, I am what you would call "high strung" to say the least. Unfortunately, I am in a postition right now, where I cannot charm, convince, or bully my way into existence. I am impatiently waiting for my clinical license to come in the mail, so I can see clients and actully work. I am having to say the Serenity Prayer more and more.... this is a situation I must accept.

As far as life is concerned in the Legako House, we are simply enjoying our new house! Our anniversary present (50" plasma tv) is finally set up, and we are eagerly anticipating football season. To add fuel to the fire, Jerrad and I bought our TTU vs. Baylor tickets, which will be played in the new Cowboy's stadium.

So much to look forward to, if only I could be patient enough to wait on the timing!

I'm just a Summer Girl!!

I was blessed to have a fantastic 4th of July weekend! On Friday morning, Jerrad, I and his family went to Lake Alan Henry for some fishing and water fun. When we got home from the lake, Jerrad and I went to a street dance in down town Lubbock... uber fun. Then on Saturday, my mother and sister hosted a BBQ for my birthday, and we topped off the night watching fireworks across from the Windmill (fan) museum. On the way home from fireworks, my best friend called to say she got engaged on Saturday night. I am so excited for her!

We found out today that we get to move into the new house as early as Tuesday. I cannot put into words how incredibly excited I am about this. The dogs are going to have all the space they need to run and be labs. We are truly blessed in our lives right now, and I'm not sure this blog post is getting the point across.

Life update

We found a place to live... not in Jerrad's parent's house. It's a great house north of town. Three bedrooms, two baths, two car garage, large plot of land. Just perfect for us. Hopefully, we'll move in next few weeks.

I started a different job today. They were a month behind, I caught them up. Tomorrow I start trying to stay ahead. On wednesday I'll be calling the licensing board, to hound them about my CI status. I really want to start seeing clients. My new boss said that I have to interview with Outpatient before they agree to let me move over there. Not great news. My vulnerability is kicking in, "what if they don't like me?"

So I turn 25 this week. Le sigh.

job shift

Okay, so I LOVE my job.... and now I have to say good bye. I will be moving from Women's residential rehab to Case Manager of the Men's residential rehab. I'm very upset about this shift. Once I receive my LCDC-I, I'll be shifted from Men's residential to Outpatient treatment. I'm so sad about this.

Something to report!!

I got a job!!! Yes, I am finally gainfully employed, but not without the usual drama that weaves itself through my life. So I interviewed on Thursday, and the two ladies with whom I interviewed LOVED me. They did not even discuss with each other if they wanted to hire me, they just hired me! It felt wonderful after all the months of rejection to be hands down hired on the spot. I took my drug test on Friday and was told I could start on Tuesday.

Tuesday morning came, I woke up, got ready, and was excited about starting my new job today. I call the Director and left a message to call back when she was ready for me to come into work. After lunch, I had not heard anything, so I called again.... The Director no longer worked there. She worked there that morning, but not that afternoon. Very strange. So I called my immediate supervisor, she said I still had a job, and that I needed to talk to this other lady. So, now I am waiting for her to call me back. I hope all of this blows over, cause I am itching to be useful again.

The boys are doing fine. I think they are ready to have their own house again. We'll start looking for houses in the next few weeks. You know, so the boys can be happier!!