what makes a great morning?

This morning was amazing.  I got up at 6:30 and had the quiet to myself.  I brewed a french press of Birds & Bees shade grown organic coffee (I don't like it because of the organic shade grown, in case Gina is reading this).  I ate some Trader Joe's cheerios.  I read.  And, what makes the morning perfect besides that: listening to NPR news morning edition.

Tonight will be a great evening: beer, grilled burgers (my uncle's beef), potato chips with french onion dip, root beer floats, good friends.  Can't wait.

Anxious Anxiety

I have had an extremely anxiety filled week.  I met my potentially future supervisor for my counseling internship (it was kind of like an interview), saw my first client (I'm pretty sure she wanted to hug me), set up my first couples therapy session, had a wretched group therapy session via my group dynamics class, and anticipate counseling and supervision today and tomorrow.

Anxiety creeps up into your stomach, and it sits there, hot and knotty.  I'm convinced it controls my heart beat and boosts my metabolism.  What I'm thinking about it what it communicates to me.  Clearly it says that I don't feel at ease, but I also think it makes me question myself.  Am I good enough, likable enough, courageous enough, competent enough?  It makes me aware that I listen to the voice of pride telling me that I must be in control, that I can't trust God.  It highlights my brokenness and the areas of my life in need of sanctification.

I hate how it feels, but I think I just may be thankful for it.

Ahem.

Okay, I'm back for now.  Summer has arrived, so I feel like I have some down time.  I've got two classes for the summer.  One's over and done with and the other just started--Group Dynamics.  My counseling internship is just underway. I'm slightly intimidated, but at the same time not.  After just one short year of classes, they are planning to set me loose to meddle in the lives of others. I will meet with my first client on Monday.



In other news I just got back from a visit to Atlanta.  I feel a bit sheepish saying it was to see my dog, so I'll instead say I got  to see my dear friend Patty, my brother, sister-in-law, and the dogs.



Bianca is getting a little older, showing a bit of white around the eyes.  She's mellowing, but very much still stubborn and verbal.  She has vastly improved her skills of catching waffles off of her nose.