April, 2008 – the time at which I’ll graduate, with a master’s degree in counseling, I wonder what shall lie between? Five classes, an independent study perhaps, and approximately 1,000 hours of practicum and internship. What problems will I hear, what will bend my listening ear? What grief and pain, joy or despair? Will I reflect, or show neglect? Can I “get it”? That elusive ability to be in the here and now, to provide a safe place for the outpouring of your heart’s pain? What will I do with all that I hear? What will I carry upon my shoulders, unbeknownst to all? Will I shed tears for your sorrows as I tuck them away and ponder them? Can I grow, and let them go as we find the “answers” together? Who will I be when this is done? Refined, Defined, void of fun? I love, I live, I laugh and cry, no longer worried about the “why”? A stronger person, forged and toned, by life’s own trials, yours, and my own. A counselor, I shall be…. and yet, I’m still me. October 6, 2006 LSC |