These beginning days of spring have brought with them tornadoes and rain here in Arkansas. For me, they have created in me a kind of blah feeling that comes and goes. At least my licensure ordeal is coming to an end, as now I await my actual therapist number from the state counseling board. Before me lies the opening of a new way and a different stage in my professional development. It's definitely a good thing but it'll take some getting used to. Though I'll have to change where I work (most likely) along with the whole scope of things I will be doing, overall I feel a sense of destiny which has brought me thus far and continues to impel me ever forward. Sure, there will be bumps in the road, but I have a lot of things going for me. The job that was made known to me by the higher-ups of our company a month or two ago would involve me commuting to work about an hour each way every day to the towns of Clarksville and Paris. I remember travelling almost that far in the early days when I worked in Ozark, and it wasn't too bad (being about 40 minutes one way from Van Buren). The drive, as I recall, was always a good setting-apart exercise to both get my mind right when travelling there and disengaging upon the drive home. The current rise in gas prices won't help, but eventually I'm due for a newer car anyway. I'll be able to work in adult day treatments as well, which is the population I feel the most drawn to serve. Who knows what adventures await me out there? Oh constant Angel, guide me...
