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Some days it is just so hard to see that anything I do actually helps anybody.
On the surface, I was really productive today. I set out a sign-up for a possible outing to an art show (quite a few clients have been into art shows lately, and they are some of the only free outing options in the area). I figured out what my Craft Group projects are going to be in March, put in requests for the necessary supplies, and posted flyers to get people interested.
I even worked out some in-house activities for Friday nights, since those have been deadly dull of late, with even fewer options for free outings than Saturdays, and frequent staffing shortages to boot. So I'm promoting "member music night" which was an idea one client had -- everybody brings one tape or cd to share, everyone listens to everyone else's music, refreshments are had, and conversation happens. And two Fridays out of the month, I'll offer some restorative yoga. More fliers.
I made lots of paper, in other words.
I did stuff *with* people, too. Just ... none of it seemed terribly significant. And I don't need earth-shattering significance. Just ... sometimes it feels like I'm helping people stay stuck in their illness rather than helping them work to overcome it.
Maybe I'm just having a case of the blahs. Maybe I've had a bit too much to drink. Or maybe I'm just wallowing over the revelation one client made to me today. Like I've got any business wallowing - she's the one who lived it! Bleh.
Maybe it would also help if I was as good about keeping to my own med schedule as I am about reminding others to stick to theirs. :-/
On the surface, I was really productive today. I set out a sign-up for a possible outing to an art show (quite a few clients have been into art shows lately, and they are some of the only free outing options in the area). I figured out what my Craft Group projects are going to be in March, put in requests for the necessary supplies, and posted flyers to get people interested.
I even worked out some in-house activities for Friday nights, since those have been deadly dull of late, with even fewer options for free outings than Saturdays, and frequent staffing shortages to boot. So I'm promoting "member music night" which was an idea one client had -- everybody brings one tape or cd to share, everyone listens to everyone else's music, refreshments are had, and conversation happens. And two Fridays out of the month, I'll offer some restorative yoga. More fliers.
I made lots of paper, in other words.
I did stuff *with* people, too. Just ... none of it seemed terribly significant. And I don't need earth-shattering significance. Just ... sometimes it feels like I'm helping people stay stuck in their illness rather than helping them work to overcome it.
Maybe I'm just having a case of the blahs. Maybe I've had a bit too much to drink. Or maybe I'm just wallowing over the revelation one client made to me today. Like I've got any business wallowing - she's the one who lived it! Bleh.
Maybe it would also help if I was as good about keeping to my own med schedule as I am about reminding others to stick to theirs. :-/