halle-freaking-lujah

Loved my internship today. Looooved it. After spending October paralyzed by fear that I would break someone and wracked with doubts about what I was doing with my life, it was so very great to be in that zone again. That place that felt like not only did I kind of know what I was doing but I kind of didn't totally suck at it either. In fact, I was in my element and I loved it.

As the counsellor on call for crisis/emergency walk-ins I met with clients who were recent assault victims, witnesses to traumatic deaths, and at high risk for suicide. It was intense, I loved it. There's nothing good about those experiences themselves, that the clients had to live through them and will have to live with the ramifications in the days to come is just wrong, but being there in that moment of crisis and helping - that felt good. And I did good.

After months of worrying over my choice of words trying to find the perfect phrasing, about whether or not I was being empathetic enough, and whether I was being too directive; today it came. It was the easiest, most natural thing in the world. I'm used to feeling competent at what I do, to leaving work at the end of each day knowing I did my job well and looking forward to going back the next day so these last few months have been hard. Today was a much needed breath a fresh air and a glimpse into what it could be like if I could just ease up and let myself do what may come naturally if I would just relax into it.

It's a day for loving things, I came across this caption which I also looove:

"Humans cannot come to Truth through any organization, through any creed, through any dogma, priest or ritual, not through any philosophic knowledge or psychological technique. They have to find it through the understanding of the contents of their own minds, through observation and not through intellectual analysis or introspective dissection"
J. Krishnamurti

And, finally, chickens can run up to 15 miles per hour? Can that be true?