It's nice and quiet in the office right now. That will probably end in the next few minutes *g* but I thought I would take a few moments and try to update since my goal is to become semi-regular at this blog thing!
The Spousal Unit and I continue to move forward, stumbling sometimes but still together. I received a very polite slap upside the head from a good friend about setting up an initial counseling appointment. I keep meaning to do so, however, I will admit that I have let work and school continually push that task down the line into the "do later" column. I have promised I will call the two provided names this week and figure out who I want to set up the appointment with. The only requirement the SU has put forth is whichever one we use has to be okay with cursing (you can take the man out of the Navy, but...).
The SU agreeing to go is good. It's agreement more on the side of "if you want to go/think we need to go, I'll go" but I'll take it. It's better than outright refusal. The only thing I really wonder about is how open and honest he will be. When I've asked him that, I get a variety of answers. Most of them seem to revolve around some convoluted version of "I'll try"; his walls have walls by this point. He has said some things to me that have just broken my heart because I know that is not how other me, God or our friends see him. But to hear him talk about how he sees himself...is just heart-wrenchingly painful. My hope is that with working his sobriety and continued pastoral and other counseling, he will be able to start being honest about the things that truly, truly bother him or that are hard to deal with for him; that he'll be able to start putting that stuff in the garbage pile and rebuild his self-image the way God sees him. And rebuild his relationship with God while he is at it.
Yeah...nothing too big :P.
I see my first new advisee today and then the appointments slowly start ramping up (please see pics of boxes o'students in Project 365 post below :)). I've advised in the past - some planned, some impromptu - so I should be okay with it and will learn more of the ins and outs of this particular program as I go. Having things to do is good, yes?
My main thought at this point is I'm almost halfway through the semester. This semester continues to feel like an albatross around my neck for some reason. It might be because I'm having to deal with a finance course and that is not my bailiwick. At all. When the instructor asked us to introduce ourselves and what we wanted to get out of this course, I said that finance was like a foreign language to me and I wanted to become more proficient than being able to ask where the bathroom is :).
I think I'm grasping enough and I was able to create my annotated bibliography for my literature review and pull out necessary threads to make a coherent paper but it *feels* harder than other semesters have - even the semester I took Research Methods. I spent three hours Saturday (8am-11am) and three hours Sunday (6am-9am) working on the lit review so I can try and have the rough done by this week and start on the policy paper. Both are not due until the week of Thanksgiving but there are several analytic essays *also* coming down the pike and it makes me all Kermit the Frog:
Dear Providers of My Doctor's Office Supplement/Diet Program -
I would like to make a suggestion. When confronted by the first supplement of the day, perhaps one should not have to look at a drink that is the color of a urine sample that bodes no good for the donor.
Just a thought...