I’ve been looking through this blog and am feeling very grateful for it. And to think that I nearly deleted it at one point! Through this blog, I have somewhat kept track of things over the years. While I am embarrassed by how revealing I’ve been at times and how much I’ve had to say, it also makes me feel humble and human and compassionate.
Our cat, Phoebe, was hit by a car just before Halloween. It was shocking and traumatic and I’m still working on getting over it. Having lost our old cat Jezebel just one year before, it was almost unreal to go through that kind of loss again. Within 48 hours of having lost Phoebe, we adopted a new cat and eventually named her Shelly, which was the name chosen by one of Mia’s best friends, Gabi. Shelly came from a farm in Lonsdale, Minnesota and she has had a litter of kittens and is possibly pregnant now. She fills that void in my heart that only a cat can fill.
Here she is:
Around the same time that Phoebe died, I received a letter informing me that I’d passed the national licensing exam for marriage and family therapy. This was a very exciting thing. This means I am now have the title of LAMFT. After 4000 hours of working with a licensed supervisor, I can take the oral ethics exam and earn independent licensure (LMFT) as a marriage and family therapist. At the rate I’m going, this will take me about three to four years to achieve.
The job I have now is a very good fit for me and our family. I am in charge of my own schedule. The hours are flexible and I can take as many clients as I want, provided that I meet the minimum requirements. I work independently most of the time and spend a lot of time driving around. I see lots of different towns and go into people’s homes. I find it interesting and inspiring, and I am really grateful for it. I love working with people in this way, and am grateful I followed my heart those years ago when I started down this path.