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the problem with being a counselor by nature is you become immune to your own venom.
not only is it nigh impossible to heal yourself (o physician) but you become at least tolerant to the venom of other counselors. you know how to snake your way through each pitfall that would lead you to a practical solution and the weakness behind each Pro that they might be able to offer to your Con and you might even have a few negatives on backorder-should you need an emergency supply.
among other things, why is it that so few people can see someone shouting from under their calm cool facade? among other things, why can't i have that depth of insight among people? i feel like a lifesaver (the floatation device, not the candy); i'm not all that useful until someone's already in trouble. And even then, someone has to notice it. how many drowning people are able to reach up and grab the floatation device off the ladder which, go figure, we put up out of reach from the water? sigh-can we say messaiah complex?
"there's too many starfish!" the second man said to the first on the storm-wrecked beach. The massive waves had washed up tons of starfish and the first man on the beach was casually throwing them back into the ocean. He turned to the second man, his detractor, as he continued his rant. "There's too many and you can't save them all. it doesn't make a difference." The first man reached down and threw another starfish back into the ocean before he turned back to the second, a sly grin on his face. "It made a difference to that one."
And yet another quote that comes in handy to this predicament, "The question is not how far (or in this case dealing with me, how long i keep this up). The question is do you have the fortitude, the depth of faith to go as far as is needed."
and i think that's true. I think one of the things that will help me with the sheer magnitude of what i wish to do is to realize that there is no 'end.' I'm not going to finish this job in its entirety. I'm going to get my assigned work, work at it all my life and then in the end, i'll put on my hat and coat, give my papers over to another person, go out and close the door. it's not a matter of getting it finished. it's a matter of doing what i can while i can do it. And then,. someone else will come along and build onto what i've laid down.
hm. these journals can prove to be theuraputic at times.
not only is it nigh impossible to heal yourself (o physician) but you become at least tolerant to the venom of other counselors. you know how to snake your way through each pitfall that would lead you to a practical solution and the weakness behind each Pro that they might be able to offer to your Con and you might even have a few negatives on backorder-should you need an emergency supply.
among other things, why is it that so few people can see someone shouting from under their calm cool facade? among other things, why can't i have that depth of insight among people? i feel like a lifesaver (the floatation device, not the candy); i'm not all that useful until someone's already in trouble. And even then, someone has to notice it. how many drowning people are able to reach up and grab the floatation device off the ladder which, go figure, we put up out of reach from the water? sigh-can we say messaiah complex?
"there's too many starfish!" the second man said to the first on the storm-wrecked beach. The massive waves had washed up tons of starfish and the first man on the beach was casually throwing them back into the ocean. He turned to the second man, his detractor, as he continued his rant. "There's too many and you can't save them all. it doesn't make a difference." The first man reached down and threw another starfish back into the ocean before he turned back to the second, a sly grin on his face. "It made a difference to that one."
And yet another quote that comes in handy to this predicament, "The question is not how far (or in this case dealing with me, how long i keep this up). The question is do you have the fortitude, the depth of faith to go as far as is needed."
and i think that's true. I think one of the things that will help me with the sheer magnitude of what i wish to do is to realize that there is no 'end.' I'm not going to finish this job in its entirety. I'm going to get my assigned work, work at it all my life and then in the end, i'll put on my hat and coat, give my papers over to another person, go out and close the door. it's not a matter of getting it finished. it's a matter of doing what i can while i can do it. And then,. someone else will come along and build onto what i've laid down.
hm. these journals can prove to be theuraputic at times.