I had a sort of epiphany last summer about myself. I like counseling people. I like reading between their lines and finding out what really drives them to do what they do. And I like trying to figure out the best way to get them to do what they need to do for themselves. In September I decided I wanted to go back to school to become a professional counselor, and immediately I felt lighter.
My meaningless job has an expiration date, there’s something else for me in the future. I didn’t realize how miserable my lack of direction was making me, until I found one.
Since I didn’t really take any classes in college related to counseling (Psych 100 doesn’t really count for much), I’ve been trying to work on getting some pre-reqs out of the way, since I can’t feasibly start grad school till Stinky is at least mostly done with his program. So last semester I took Psych 201, and finished first in my class (not saying much considering the pool but I’ll take it). I’m not crazy about my professor’s style but he’s the only one who teaches the Saturday class so I’m taking him again for 202. If he finds a way to bring up abortion again, I might actually throttle him..