Thursday, May 22, 2008

Shiny new lives require a lot of paperwork.

The mysterious and supportive MJ sent me a couple of really great quotes, which I intend to print out nice and big in a nice, fancy font because I found them encouraging and also because they are entirely appropriate for a therapeutic environment:

It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
— Alan Cohen

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind is part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another.
— Anatole France

So, I started my shiny new life yesterday the day with a crack-of-dawn spin class at the downtown gym, some swim drills, a shower, and then a 5 block walk to the counseling center. In my previous life I had to report to work by 7:10; the counseling center doesn't don't open until 10, so counselors start showing up at 9:30. Ish.

If I show up earlier, I risk spending quality time with Evil Bill (new reocurring character), who is the Type A boss of everything. He's an ex-counselor whose with abysmal people skills. Even Dr. Ken is afraid of him, but for all his unpleasantness, as office manager, the place runs smoother and more efficiently when he gets his way.

Anyway. There's a 13-page application for licensure that requires signatures, a sealed copy of my college transcript, a notary stamp, and a detailed explanation and court records of a misdemenor incident from my past (1991).

Sigh. Stupid misdemenor. It will haunt me forever. Take it from your Aunt Misty, kids: all your dumbest mistakes will wind up on your Permanant-nant-nant-nant-nant Record-ecord-ecord-ecord-ecord.

After submitting all this paperwork I get permission to take a test called the National Cousenlor's Exam.

Then I joined the American Counseling Association, and purchased professional liability insurance.

Meanwhile, I've begun listening to the 17 hours of NCE audio test prep on my iPod. I have fantasies about phrases like, 'highest posted score evar!' but really, I just want to pass it. (There's a marathon analogy in there somewhere.)

I got a line on a second source of work: an agency closer to my house that works with the county juvenile justice system. I took a DSM class with the woman who that runs it and she remembers me, so I'm waiting to hear back from her about this.

And here's another thing: today I sent my youngest son off for 6 weeks with relatives in Dallas.

Six. Weeks.

For the first time since 1984, I will be an adult living in a home with no children in it. Sweet Baboo is beyond excited because he gets to have me all to himself.
So anyway I started cleaning house, and I'm stunned at the havoc that a teenage boy can wreak. Is EVERTHING a trashcan to teenage boys? I found trash in the umbrella holder, the couch, under the couch, under two rugs, behind various pieces of furniture, tucked into the crevices of the kitchen chairs, and in a cabinet that we use to hold our Costco overflow. Oh, and also, EVERYTHING is apparently a laundry hamper to teenage boys, as well.


Tomorrow: I do my final "checkout" and the exit interview for my old school district, where I answer the question, "why did you quit?"
What ever will I say? Or not say? Hmmm...



  1. Shiny!

    Strikes me as a good start... and enjoy the SIX WHOLE WEEKS!
    six weeks -> good practice

  2. How exciting is this time in your life! I am jealous of your morning exercise, that sounds like a great way to start the day.

  3. Why did you quit???
    Leave it blank and let 'em WONDER.....

    Everything is a trash can to teenage girls too. My house is SO much cleaner now that my daughter is living with her dad! heh!

    Best of luck with your "shiny" new life...!

  4. A house that's not treated like a hamper or rubbish bin? Do those things really exist outside of HGTV?

    Stay tuned...

  5. Too exciting!!! Good luck with everything.

  6. I hear ya on the permanent record thing. Who knew that stupidity could follow you for the rest of your life?

    Congrats on the new career. Very exciting!


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