My moment
I had a moment of clarity while walking across campus this morning. Such things are quite rare during the usual end of the semester frenzy. This semester’s end is compounded by the looming GRE and applications to grad schools. But really, the truth is that I don’t need to be so anxious and worried. I know I am suppose to be a therapist and beyond that I know that art is a powerful tool in therapy. If i don’t get in to GWU, then I go somewhere else and get my LPC and use art in therapy. If I don’t get in anywhere this year, I do an internship somewhere and make it work until I do get accepted into a program. My road doesn’t have to be straight. It can be. If it is, that is fabulous; however, if it is not, that is fine too.
