Well, this is it. This is my new blog, which will hopefully be a little bit different than the old blog. We’ll see how that goes.
I am feeling introspective because I’m in the midst of a workshop called Creative Writing for Social Workers. I am not a social worker, but I am close. I am a counselor currently employed as a Mental Heath Case Manager. I’m not sure that needs to be capitalized, but there it is. This job is very social work oriented, but I make it my own and do some counseling within it. I work with junior high kids and I love it. They are on the verge of becoming who they are and figuring that out with all its pains and disappointments as well as wonder and excitement. I remember the time. I remember how I felt that life was going to be awesome while at the same time I was consistently destroyed by everyday mini tragedies (in the adolescent mind). The boy I had a crush on liked someone else. And what’s worse, he had to ask my advice because she was my friend. The friend wasn’t hanging out with me as much any more. I didn’t get picked to be in show choir. My teacher humiliated me in front of the rest of the class by scolding me for forgetting to hand in my home work. The emotional ups and downs were constant.
It’s an important time because the wounds from adolescence tend to leave lasting scars. But I find it important work. And I hope to find a way to be a good tour guide for those that need it. Perhaps they all need it.