Today I thought I would write something profound, but sometimes I’m not profound. Sometimes I just have days where it’s gloomy, it rains profusely, and I realize I can start working three days a week instead of five. Guess what people? I’m now less than 100 hours of clinical contact away from my degree. Holy mother Mary baby Jeebus. I’m going to have my master’s degree and people will pay me for something I already enjoy doing for free.
So, I’m going to just tell you about what has been happening. First, I am obsessed with Spotify. It’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. In fact, it might be better than sliced bread. Whoa, who am I? I love carbs. Why would I say these things? Seriously though, gun to my head, music > carbs, especially Spotify. I have it on my phone and it makes my life. I make all my playlists for my Music Therapy group at my internship on Spotify and if I’m in the mood for something on the fly – BOOM – it’s there.
Speaking of music, I’m currently reliving my high school/undergrad music tastes these days. I go through weird phases, but with Spotify, I just play music on my phone constantly. I put it in my pocket and just go on a walk, take a shower, clean the kitchen… it’s awesome. Today was a Say Anything kind of day (which isn’t necessarily high school/undergrad, more like lifetime) and I have to say, I really love Max Bemis. However, I discovered this picture of Sherri Dupree-Bemis’ newer tattoo yesterday and I have to say – I may love her more. Wait who am I? Ok, she’s a close third. 1. Jesse 2. Max 3. Sherri.
Speaking of tattoos, I’m getting another one. I’m currently the owner of two pretty awesome ones, but I want something for my birthday and I’ve been kind of struggling with what I want. Then the other night, like a beam of light, the idea just came to me. It’s the perfect homage to two of my greatest loves. I can’t wait. Mark your calendars… next Friday.
Speaking of Fridays, Jesse returns to Florida this Friday. It’s the last time he’ll be in Florida before the move and my graduation. It’s real. It’s getting so real. We’re all going to the beach and having a neon birthday. Everyone was encourage to wear fanny packs, bright colors, and just bring the fun. I’m turning 25, which means I’m pretty much on the brink of a quarter-life crisis. I want this occasion to be so spectacular, I ignore the tiny wrinkles on my face and the recognition that I have at least two years until I begin actually making money.
Speaking of making a living, I’m contemplating counseling via the internet. It’s a new thing the counseling community is dipping their toes into, but I’m willing to give it a shot. Would anyone be interested in receiving counseling once I get my degree and registration to counsel? I’d have to look into the details, but I want to make sure there’s a legitimate need before I start planning this piece of the puzzle. Leave a comment or e-mail me. I’m not making any promises, but I’m definitely open to the idea if any of you are…
Lastly, tonight I discovered something terrifying… first, my face. Second, bacon ranch flavored dip. *shudder* Where have we gone, America? It’s like a wisp of what food should be.
Thanks for tuning in, I’ll be here all week.