I’m about two thirds finished with my Master’s Degree in Counseling. My sub-degree is in School Counseling. I haven’t talked much about this side of my life because when this blog began, I was on summer break and started to focus predominantly on my writing. However, my degree is something I am extremely proud of because growing up, my favorite phrase in school was, “I’m totally accepting of adequacy.”
I was perfectly happy to get B’s or C’s for grades. If I didn’t love the subject area, I didn’t care about success. I’m actually still the same way about certain subjects. Take sports for instance – I have absolutely no sports skills. None. Not a lick. And I was perfectly happy to get a C in Physical Education.
Everything changed when I found counseling. It clicked. I’ve always been a writer and it definitely is my passion. However, counseling is my calling. Does that make sense?
I will always write – it is how I breathe at the end of the day, it’s how I share the parts of me that don’t flow easily from my lips, it’s my therapy.
But what about helping others, not just myself? That’s where counseling comes in. The ability to actually save a child from a destructive situation, or help a family grieving with a loss – this is where I find my life moving beyond that “acceptance of adequacy” and striving for greatness.
So this week I started a special summer session class and I’m back in the school groove. And it feels great. However, I haven’t missed the homework. I’m finding that martinis and response journals do not go hand in hand. This might put a wrench in my nightly ritual… Though, it might make for some interesting term papers…