Well after my mini meltdown things have picked up immensely- funny how that works, but I can't quite bring myself to trust or enjoy it fully.
The upside is that I was offered (and I accepted) a position as part-time psychology faculty at the Art Institute of Atlanta and began last Thursday. The downside is that I climbed a bit higher and now fear the fall even more than from that other lowly ledge I was clinging to. Does that sound pathetic? I am not trying to be weak or whiny, just honest I think. My first class actually went amazingly well, we talked about research methods, schools of thought- oh and I told them Humanism was like the sweet old aunt of psychotherapy that always makes you muffins (we are keeping it real simple ;)).
I remember a yoga class, or maybe it was during my training, when we talked about emotional life being like a wave- there are ups and downs. The only given is that you will in fact continue to float up and down until, I guess, you sink to the bottom. I eluded to my own malingering in the trough of the wave in my last post and now I may have begun the long climb out and I find myself hesitant to enjoy it. Isn't that funny? To a certain extent I got what I wanted and now I am afraid to play with it- lest I scratch the paint perhaps?
What is the point of getting what I want, or succeeding, or even just staying the course throughout the low times if I am not at least going to try to push myself onto my knees and surf that damn wave for a minute?
The upside: I have a wave to surf.
The downside: I might fall.
Time to do a fluffy design post, coming next I promise.