Quick reflection on the past few days because I need to stop worrying about being perfect and just write. I’ve been journaling more than blogging these days, but to sum things up, life has been really good lately, and I want the magic to last. Part of it has been the novelty– each day, I’m challenging myself.
For example, yesterday, I cycled for 50 minutes straight when I thought I’d back out after 15. I learned better reflective listening, and I use it in therapy with my client “Goldie” (“sounds like a lot of things have been worrying you lately, and current events only add to the stress”). For Goldie, I have taken to printing DBT handouts to go over in session. She was elated when I told her that they were hers to take home.
I also learned a complicated assessment recently. My best friend, “D”, checked it out for me from the library because I couldn’t be in school that day. I lugged that heavy assessment home and made myself practice it all evening until I knew I could administer it perfectly. The WMS is, in my opinion, the hardest neuropsych assessment because of the 20-30 minute gap between nearly every subtest. After much practice, I administered the full thing to a patient and was very proud of myself.
Another milestone in my life is my dissertation. On Thursday, my dissertation chair gave me corrections. I was less than happy to receive them 😂 though I’m trying to be better about that. I am a person who does not enjoy corrections. I think a part of me believed that once I sent out my chapter two draft, I would never have to look at it again. Um. Clearly not. As the word “draft” suggests, there are many corrections in its future. At least I had something to submit!
My friend comforted me with the knowledge that his corrections weren’t even that harsh. Just “add more details about X article”, or “say X more concisely “. He is a really good writer (he happens to be the dean of my school) and only wants what’s best for me and this gargantuan document. I’ve written chapter one and two so far, which amounts to about 36 pages.
As much as I like routine, these new challenges have made me happier. I’m trying to learn as much as possible in this phase of life so that I can become a really helpful psychologist. So, here’s to more new things in the next few weeks!