I’ve decided to return to school and obtain a Masters in Social Work. Yay! The decision came to fruition earlier this summer. During therapy, I mentioned that a good friend, John, said, “You should get a job as a bartender! You’d be great. You get people to open up. You’d make a fortune!”
My therapist Maria said, “You shouldn’t be a bartender. You should be a therapist!” I was floored. Maria doesn’t normally make declarations. Her gift is much more subtle, helping me figure things out myself.
My reply was, “What, you think me working with booze twelve hours a day is a bad idea?”
I have contemplated the idea but just figured I was too old. I’m not.
The program takes two years. I was too late for this September but I’m very excited over starting school in a year. Most likely Catholic University. Their program targets people changing careers, so it won’t be me and a class full of 23-year olds.
On Wednesday I made my way to Catholic University. I gave myself plenty of time to find the building and grab a cup of coffee and maybe meditate. Needless to say, the best laid schemes… and all that rot. I arrived at the building sweaty and rumpled, twenty minutes before our meeting. I ended up going into the library across the way and sat under an air conditioner, hoping to dry out before my meeting.
The dean could not have been nicer. She removed the nagging doubts I had over my mediocre college transcript, except for my major, English which was better. I explained I was horrendously dyslexic and in college I reached a point early on when I simply stopped taking notes. The physical act of handwriting was exceptionally onerous I just missed too much of what was being discussed. My joke has always been, if they had laptops back in my day, I would have gotten a PHD. So now we have a chance to see if that’s true. Well, at least a Master’s degree.
So that’s pretty exciting. Exciting enough to help me feel very positive, despite the fact I’m wrestling with a bad back right now. In fact, I’m having surgery shortly and hope it alleviates some if not much of what is going on.
I’ve been writing like a maniac, so that’s a good thing. A friend who is working for a political think tank reached out, asking if I’d be interested in penning an article or two for their website and in return, receive green pieces of paper. Well, yeah.
If that works out I’ll let people know, though once again, I need to decide what to do about the silly pen-name business. Anyway, that’s enough for this beautiful Sunday in the nation’s capital. Keep in touch. Connect.
P.S. Still makes me laugh