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What is going on with my life?
For the past three or four months I have been working as a recovery advocate. Basically what that means is that I work with chronically mentally ill individuals to help them develop independent living skills. It's a pretty excellent job. It can be trying sometime but at the end of the day it's fairly rewarding and it's nice to be working in my field even if it's a position that I didn't really need my degree to get. I think I'm pretty alright at it. I'm still hoping to pursue a Master's degree in social work. Or an MSW as those in the biz call it. I don't know if I told y'all about the non-profit I was interning for. It looks like I may have, very briefly. Anyway, I'm still volunteering occasionally (that is a word I've recently learned it is impossible for me to spell correctly) with the organization. So that's something pretty rad too.
I'm trying to improve my life. It's exhausting spending most of my time disliking the person I am (to put it mildly). My professional activity as described as above has been helpful. I proclaimed on my Facebook (which, if I'm not friends with you on there and you read my livejournal, why aren't I?) that I was attempting to improve my life physically, mentally, and emotionally. Some of those facets are significantly easier than others to set concrete goals for. Example: I can ride the exercise bike for 20 minutes at least four times a week. I can cut down my soda intake to no more than two a week. I'm not certain what goals I can set that will make me like myself more or catastrophize less or whatever. But I'm trying. Good golly I'm trying.
That's me. I'm throwing a party tomorrow night, Monday. It's my intention to dress up with some friends and go out to eat first. Last year we watched the Puppy Bowl, unfortunately we weren't able to find it this year but I'm going to keep myself busy and surrounded by friends tomorrow.
Anywho Livejournal, let's talk more often.
For the past three or four months I have been working as a recovery advocate. Basically what that means is that I work with chronically mentally ill individuals to help them develop independent living skills. It's a pretty excellent job. It can be trying sometime but at the end of the day it's fairly rewarding and it's nice to be working in my field even if it's a position that I didn't really need my degree to get. I think I'm pretty alright at it. I'm still hoping to pursue a Master's degree in social work. Or an MSW as those in the biz call it. I don't know if I told y'all about the non-profit I was interning for. It looks like I may have, very briefly. Anyway, I'm still volunteering occasionally (that is a word I've recently learned it is impossible for me to spell correctly) with the organization. So that's something pretty rad too.
I'm trying to improve my life. It's exhausting spending most of my time disliking the person I am (to put it mildly). My professional activity as described as above has been helpful. I proclaimed on my Facebook (which, if I'm not friends with you on there and you read my livejournal, why aren't I?) that I was attempting to improve my life physically, mentally, and emotionally. Some of those facets are significantly easier than others to set concrete goals for. Example: I can ride the exercise bike for 20 minutes at least four times a week. I can cut down my soda intake to no more than two a week. I'm not certain what goals I can set that will make me like myself more or catastrophize less or whatever. But I'm trying. Good golly I'm trying.
That's me. I'm throwing a party tomorrow night, Monday. It's my intention to dress up with some friends and go out to eat first. Last year we watched the Puppy Bowl, unfortunately we weren't able to find it this year but I'm going to keep myself busy and surrounded by friends tomorrow.
Anywho Livejournal, let's talk more often.