Jul 11, 2008 20:40
Some one asked me, "Do you like being married?" What an odd question to ask someone. What was I supposed to say? No?
Being married to a man who is 17 years my senior has taught me alot about myself and the differences between how I view the world and how he views the world, which is both a scary and exciting experience. I have this odd security with him that I surly wouldnt not have gotten with William, Arnold, or old-what's-his-name-who-cant-stop-looking-at-my-big-boobs. And I need that comforting feeling, especially now since I'm working 40 hours a week for 6 months with ZERO PAY!!
Ah, my lovely music therapy clinical internship. The time of my life when I am some weird morph between a student and professional. Where do I sit at the MTAG meetings? With the professionals or the students? What meetings do I attend during the SER-AMTA Conference? I am going to stick with what is familiar. But, the familiar is becoming increasingly strange. I will no longer be able to completely relate to the MT undergrads, many of whom I shared classes with. And to make matters more distant, I am married, and all I would like to talk about is how awesome my husband is. THAT'S IT! My single friends need to all get married and then go on internships or something life-changing like that. I'll call them up tonight and let them know.