Monday, March 22, 2010

Dear Monday,

I get why a lot of people hate you. Especially your mornings. But, truth be told, you're not so bad, kid. 

I think it helps that I l.o.v.e. my art therapist job. 

Also, there's that whole thing about feeling that my work as a student therapist in grad school was appreciated fully by my clients but not so much by some others, shall we say. (Just a small chip on my shoulder...what?) But then I graduate and start working for realz and all of a sudden I am so...loved. It's been a long time coming but the recognition is worth the wait. And today, dear Monday, I had two such tender mercies that helped to reaffirm that, yes, I AM a good therapist. 

So there.  

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