I sat across from *George my psychologist and was struck by how dear to me he is. We've been 'working with each other' (that's what George calls it) together now for more than 2 years. 2 years with anyone is bound to build a bond.
I like my bond with George.
I have literally said things in that small psychology room that I would never say to anyone else. Things I sometimes didn't even realise myself.
George has a kind face. His smile reminds me of my Dad. I noticed he had grown a little beard.
"Going for the wise and bearded look, eh?" I joked.
George chuckled, nodded and tenderly stroked his beard. I could tell he liked it.
"So" George took out his diary and put it on his lap. He rarely writes in it, I think he just likes having it nearby.
"How did you go with your new year's resolutions this year?" George asked. The familiar twinkle in his eye made me smile back.
I hung my head.
"I uh...I didn't do too great. I only set 3 resolutions - finish Uni, lose weight and get my driver's licence...and I only really achieved one of them. I had all year...so I feel like I've failed"
George's response made my day.
"I disagree with you" He started.
"You didn't fail" George continued "Sure, you might not have gotten 3 out of 3...but instead, you did some really hard things this year. You faced a lot of painful, scary things and have come up against some really tough challenges and you know what? Each time, you won. You didn't back away, you stood your ground and Janet - you did great. I'm really, really proud of you"
From George, that's a big deal.
Last week, he said (and this is a direct quote): "I can tell you're low on iron, Janet - because you look like sh*t"
So yeah, a compliment from George is very rare and means a lot to me.
And the tough things of this year came back to me.
* Alun nearly died this March. That 'coward punch' affected us both. Still does in so many ways. In it and through it all, I was able to grow from it and be there for Alun throughout his recovery.
* Things with Alun's parents in their last visit blew right up. In my face. Like a GRENADE.
* I had all those problems at work with my boss.
* I struggled so much to finish Uni - reaching and finally crossing a finish line that had haunted me for 2/3rds of my whole life.
...and lately - things with the house. Where Alun has been struggling and I've taken the wheel and Captained the ship for a while.
So basically, I'm pretty badass.
I'm proud of that.
This year, I feel as if life has asked in so many ways "How much can you handle?" and I've found out, with God in my heart and Alun (and beloved friends) at my side...I can handle quite a lot.
I like my bond with George.
I have literally said things in that small psychology room that I would never say to anyone else. Things I sometimes didn't even realise myself.
George has a kind face. His smile reminds me of my Dad. I noticed he had grown a little beard.
"Going for the wise and bearded look, eh?" I joked.
George chuckled, nodded and tenderly stroked his beard. I could tell he liked it.
"So" George took out his diary and put it on his lap. He rarely writes in it, I think he just likes having it nearby.
"How did you go with your new year's resolutions this year?" George asked. The familiar twinkle in his eye made me smile back.
I hung my head.
"I uh...I didn't do too great. I only set 3 resolutions - finish Uni, lose weight and get my driver's licence...and I only really achieved one of them. I had all year...so I feel like I've failed"
George's response made my day.
"I disagree with you" He started.
"You didn't fail" George continued "Sure, you might not have gotten 3 out of 3...but instead, you did some really hard things this year. You faced a lot of painful, scary things and have come up against some really tough challenges and you know what? Each time, you won. You didn't back away, you stood your ground and Janet - you did great. I'm really, really proud of you"
From George, that's a big deal.
Last week, he said (and this is a direct quote): "I can tell you're low on iron, Janet - because you look like sh*t"
So yeah, a compliment from George is very rare and means a lot to me.
And the tough things of this year came back to me.
* Alun nearly died this March. That 'coward punch' affected us both. Still does in so many ways. In it and through it all, I was able to grow from it and be there for Alun throughout his recovery.
* Things with Alun's parents in their last visit blew right up. In my face. Like a GRENADE.
* I had all those problems at work with my boss.
* I struggled so much to finish Uni - reaching and finally crossing a finish line that had haunted me for 2/3rds of my whole life.
...and lately - things with the house. Where Alun has been struggling and I've taken the wheel and Captained the ship for a while.
So basically, I'm pretty badass.
I'm proud of that.
This year, I feel as if life has asked in so many ways "How much can you handle?" and I've found out, with God in my heart and Alun (and beloved friends) at my side...I can handle quite a lot.
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