The psych side of my life is pretty much like an overgrown garden at the moment, taking up all my time. On top of my PhD and my normal work, I’ve started up a little private clinic, which means I’m doing 7-day work weeks. It’s pretty insane. I’m approaching 30 now and realising that there are only really 24 hours a day. If I sleep for 8 of those, work and study for 10 -12 of those, and try to cook something decent once in a while, I have precious little time left to take a dump, or read a book, or go for a walk on the beach.
I recently took a break after 52 consecutive days of work. In that time, I managed to catch up on some person stuff, buy a crap tonne of books and comics, and remember a bit of who I am when I’m not wearing my psych hat. This taking a break stuff has been quite enlightening. Now I’m taking a bit of time between clients (cause I’m back at work again, wheeeeeeee) to have a nap and update this neglected site.
As much as things have changed in the last 2 years, the next 2 years are going to be even stranger. I’m hoping I’m not completely devoured. I want to slow down. Wind back. Write again. Write a lot.
Earlier this year I wrote a slice of life fantasy short for the Labyrinth Contest. I’m not sure what’s happening with that writing group – it has fizzled out a little bit, and I can’t help but be partially responsible. Perhaps even back then I was starting to feel it – the draw towards a simple life, a good life.
I recently took a break after 52 consecutive days of work. In that time, I managed to catch up on some person stuff, buy a crap tonne of books and comics, and remember a bit of who I am when I’m not wearing my psych hat. This taking a break stuff has been quite enlightening. Now I’m taking a bit of time between clients (cause I’m back at work again, wheeeeeeee) to have a nap and update this neglected site.
As much as things have changed in the last 2 years, the next 2 years are going to be even stranger. I’m hoping I’m not completely devoured. I want to slow down. Wind back. Write again. Write a lot.
Earlier this year I wrote a slice of life fantasy short for the Labyrinth Contest. I’m not sure what’s happening with that writing group – it has fizzled out a little bit, and I can’t help but be partially responsible. Perhaps even back then I was starting to feel it – the draw towards a simple life, a good life.
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