We are almost halfway through 2023. It is said so frequently but I don't think it ever sinks in -- time flies and I don't understand how I am already 42, have 3 grown children, and have been providing therapy for people for over a decade.
I am halfway through my (assumed) life span which is mind-boggling.
As a therapist, the standard length of staying in the profession is 18 years. I've more than halfway through that time span.
Wyatt, my only child left, is 11 - over halfway to adulthood and spends more than half his time with his dad now.
Milestones have me thinking about where I've been and where I want to go for the rest of my life.
One life goal was being a mom - being a "good mom" - more specifically. I don't know if I'll ever know that I accomplished that goal, but I keep working at it - and I'd say I'm more than halfway "good" lol.
One goal was to be a therapist and provide help to people who have been through trauma. I also have the goal of processing my own trauma hx.
An important piece of my life involves finding a person to share it with. I am absolutely certain I have found that person and I have, somehow, convinced him to love me too.
I've regained the weight I lost when my dad was living with me. I was thin until 2020 with my waistline being another casualty of COVID.
i stopped reading and writing or playing the piano
i take photos
i still loves dogs and giraffes
i am a functional orphan
i am financially independent-ish
i am a good communicator
i feel free to be myself for the first time in my life and yet i still struggle with being ok with who that is
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