Every plan...

A bit of a stream of consciousness this evening:

There hasn't been much to say lately. Things progress as things do. This Friday brings the last checkout on therapy techniques. Then there's the end-of-year banquet, at which awards will be awarded. This award decision is the topic of discussion for the week, and it makes me wonder why I put so much stock in what others think of me. I know that I need to listen to what I'm asking my clients to do, and yet here I am caring so much about the opinions of a few people who have done very little to earn my respect. Despite the realilzation, it's still on my mind.

In related news, morale is reaching an all-time low and the troops need just a sprinkle of positive reinforcement. I think a little positivity would go a long way - at least for me. The absence of criticism is not quite the same as compliments. Really, it's nothing. I'm not okay with that. There. Here. Assertive me. I feel incapable when I try really hard every day and night and never hear even a vague, "I can see that you're trying," and I would like to believe in myself enough to not need your validation. Catharsis not quite achieved. El fin.


And it came to me then
That every plan
Is a tiny prayer to Father Time