I just graduated from Spill-Your-Guts-On-The-Couch.
I have also referred to it as therapy or butt kicking or an emotional wringer.
Sounds sort of abusive when I put it that way doesn't it?
It was healing.
My listener-of-verbal-projectile finished her internship and is moving on to a permanent job working with children.
Instead of retraining a new set of ears, I decided to not get my Masters in TAM (talking about myself) and to stop formal schooling for now.
(I am going to be home schooled.)
Our last meeting felt like I had crammed for my final exam and I had a 50 minute essay-from-the-mouth session of all that I have learned.
( I know it is her job, but the poor woman.)
It actually felt good. (To me.)
To summarize my lessons.
I can see the progress that I have made.
I can feel the progress!
The greatest change has been in what I think and say to myself.
That changes everything.
Oh, I know I am far from done.
Just because I "graduated" doesn't mean I will not continue to learn.
(There will always be another couch!)
I have been blessed by having opportunities to learn from my various trials.
Through those experiences I have a better understanding of many others' hearts.
I started this blog to share the lessons life serves me.
And how I have consumed them.
They are food to my soul.
Per chance one of my recipes will fill your soul.
(How did I go from the couch to the kitchen?)
"The most useful piece of learning for the uses of life is to unlearn what is untrue." ~Antisthenes