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Anatomy of a Perfect Day

I used to think that there was a formula for a perfect day. Maybe I needed to combine exercise with just the right amount of work, and finish it off with a social interaction. Maybe the weather needed to be just right, and my hair would lie flat. But today I woke up with my hair looking like a haystack, and I didn’t have time for a workout, and the weather was kind of chilly. Even so, today was perfect.

I had an egg on avocado toast for breakfast. Nothing could compete with the avocado toast I had on my New York trip, but I’d be damned if I didn’t try. I was supposed to have an intake in the morning, but the client cancelled. “You were hoping for a cancellation yesterday, but you got one today, instead!” my friend joked. I used that time to work on my paper for class.

Lately, it feels like a lot of things have been breaking down. Company morale, for one– everyone is burnt out and at their breaking point, probably because our practicum only gives us 6 days off for the entire year. But another thing that broke was my laptop. I was making do, typing my paper as an email draft and periodically pressing “send” on the company computer so I wouldn’t lose my work. It’s funny to use your email to write an essay. That’s how I was coping, anyway: with humor.

Then, I led what felt like a good group. After the group ended, my one-on-one client asked me to stay back for a moment. My mind immediately jumped to the worst case scenario. “Of course something must be wrong– we haven’t met for two weeks. This is what [my practicum site] gets for being understaffed.”
But that wasn’t what happened. “We had a group today on people we admire, and I chose you,” my client said. She handed me a piece of notebook paper with so many kind and positive things about me. Y’all, I nearly cried then and there. I couldn’t believe it.

As a kid, we would also have writing prompts about whom we admire. “My mom”, I remember writing. I hoped that when I become a parent, I could be as good of a role model to my kids as my mom was to me. But never did I imagine that a CLIENT would see me in that way.
I can’t explain how I felt when I left. My knee-jerk reaction is to look at a feelings wheel (lol). Joy, maybe? Joy, disbelief, and something else: useful.
I told myself that I want to go into clinical psychology because I want to have a direct impact on my clients. Whether through therapy or neuropsych assessments, I wanted to help someone face to face. This was it, I realized. I was making that impact.

I came home on cloud nine. I must’ve finished some clinical notes or completed my essay. All I recall is that afterward, we went to the swan lake ballet. We always dress in our fanciest clothing for the theater.

What I wore.

The thing about classical music, I realized, as I sat and watched dancers do many pirouettes in a row, is that you are meant to think your own thoughts during it. The show was like an hour long meditation, with beautiful dances to match. My sister wanted a million photos. One from the balcony. One by the door. One with flash. One with a lamp that has probably never been photographed in its long lifetime.
Anyway, she looked nice, so it made sense.

My mom bought front row tickets. We felt like we were royalty. Afterward, we went home and then I laid on my bed, content. And that was my perfect day.


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Hi everyone! I started my doctorate in clinical psychology in fall 2020. A google search revealed that there are no current grad school blogs for psychology students. Anyway, I happen to know a girl who wants to document her journey to getting a doctorate (spoiler: it's me). Welcome. Hope you stay awhile!

2 thoughts on “Anatomy of a Perfect Day

  1. I’m glad you had a perfect day. In fact, I’m glad you know what a perfect day feels like too. Because only then are we able to try and recreate it. I think a lot of people don’t know what their perfect day is like because they don’t stop to think what it actually is. Anyway, thanks for this post!


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