I am quietly learning how to use rational hypnotherapy.  The doors are open.  Windows are breezy.  Candles are lit.  It has stopped smelling like winter.  I am happy about that ( Read more... )

At approximately 4:45 today, my wife and I climbed into bed, curled up, and watched the Cubs game (which ended in the sort of way Cubs games tend to end which make me fall in love with the word 'fuck').  I snuck a nap in an otherworldly long bottom of the 7th.  The window was open.  I woke up to the sound of the same game without anywhere to go, ( Read more... )

I received my Minnesota LPC license in the mail today.

This is a big BIG deal.

It makes me want to apply for every job I couldn't apply for last year.

Except that would require applying for jobs.

And I would rather eat chalk.

Twenty things I thought about thinking in the last 20 hours.

1. One of my old usernames from Yahoo just sent me an IM by accident.  This is weird.
2. I'm listening to smooth jazz on Yahoo! radio which basically makes it sound like I'm doing paperwork in an elevator or the maternity section at Target.
3. My dogs are completely inept at telling the ( Read more... )

I have never understood why it helps someone's ego or makes them feel better about themselves to go in, lie to a therapist, and then claim the therapist "didn't get them."

It doesn't make someone deep or interesting or even complex.

It just means they're really good at wasting money and time and says a hell of a lot more about the client than the ( Read more... )

What a busy freaking week ( Read more... )

Well, I officially have a new "hardest client issue to counsel" which has replaced "client who is also a therapist" from the #1 slot ( Read more... )

A big wig in the CBT field calls worry "civilized voodoo ( Read more... )

I made a Mr. Belvedere reference in counseling this morning to someone born in 1990.

She stared at me.  Then told me she would Wiki him when she got home.

So, needless to say, I need a "compassionate, caring father-figure" pop culture reference update.

Problem is: I can't think of anyone.  So, um, HELP?

It always strikes me how I am so vehemently against joining Facebook.

Then I have a client tell me that "it all started when he wrote in my Honesty Box..." and I remember.

Must train self to not respond with, "Oh Jesus Christ are you kidding?"