Last day on Music Row
Today is my last day at my Private Practice office on Music Row in Nashville. I've been feeling frazzled and disorganized lately. I keep having disturbing dreams where I can't get to where I know I need to be on time. It's an old reoccurring dream I've had all my life. I am the soloist at a concert and arrive just as the orchestra is starting. I'm outside and can't find an open door to get in. I'm frantic and run around and finally see a way, but by then it's too late and I'm terribly embarrassed and just plain horrified.
My new office is in an upscale part of town where there's plenty of opportunities to work with educated, wealthy people. I've been working with a varied population for so long that I don't know if I have enough in common with "people like me." I'll just have to find out, won't I?
I really want to use this space to think broadly and BIG. I don't want it to just be a diary. Maybe I can get a dialog going on ACIM topics. I'll try.
My new office is in an upscale part of town where there's plenty of opportunities to work with educated, wealthy people. I've been working with a varied population for so long that I don't know if I have enough in common with "people like me." I'll just have to find out, won't I?
I really want to use this space to think broadly and BIG. I don't want it to just be a diary. Maybe I can get a dialog going on ACIM topics. I'll try.