This has been one of those weeks. A week that it feels like you’re just holding on for dear life. You’re reminding yourself that you’ve grown, and you don’t have to turn back to things of the past. You’re stronger than you were before. Good thing I am, because this one’s been a doozy.
Its way past my bed time so I’ll give you the short-short version of this week:
Got more clients. Clients that are in crisis, juvenile detention, ER, med checks, suspensions, CPS. Good to see their faces and hear their stories.
Passat breaks down.
Shelves don’t fit as I designed. More work, up late.
More clients. Trainings. Paperwork. Meetings. Clients. Super busy traffic on the isthmus.
Test Drive a Honda. Budget?
Passat is not where I left it…
More Clients. Actual sessions. Feelings, heavy lifting. Podcasts heading south.
Shelves cut down to size. Functional is in fact sexy.
Passat towed. Paying even more money for “The Black Hole.” Junk man scheduled for the morning.
Buying a Honda.
Clients. Knock knock jokes, secret handshakes, and fist bumps.
Oxytocin hugs from my sons.
Stumptown Coffee. Lots of Stumptown Coffee.