Hand me a highlighter, hand me my laptop and all the journal articles you got - LET’S WRITE A RESEARCH PROTOCOLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I’m trying to make this fit in my head to “Hand me my dog, hand me my bag, and that American Flaaaaaaag!” but it doesn’t quite fit.)
I’ve been in a 9-5 weekend class yesterday and today, and will be in one again tomorrow. I finished today with that I’m-5-and-I’ve-had-too-much-birthday-party feeling of near tears and I wanna go home, combined with overtired giggles and a need to dance strangely (you know, that feeling). That said, this class is AMAZING. I’m learning so much, and I adore it all. Today I learned how to sedate people with music - watch yourself guys! I’ma make you fall asleep with my music*!
Also, my professor looks like an older Kristen Schaal.
*on purpose.
"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."
—
Maya Angelou (via cambyo)
And telling our stories is, I think, the point of therapy and - the point of life.
(via fromonesurvivortoanother)
"The therapist must find the music in words and the words in music and search all his working life for the meaning in both."
— Mary Priestley