One of the podcasts I listen to always asks guests “what is saving your life right now?” It’s a good question. Frankly, a better question than I’m about to answer.
Psychology professor? I get an email for an online Masters program in psychology pretty regularly, and today they suggested psychology professor, and that caught my attention. I don’t think I want to be a therapist, but a psychology professor? Maybe. The idea of doing clinical or social psychology research has continued to intrigue me, and teaching and/or writing about psychology seems like something I could be interested in. And if there was any chance of being a TA while I studied (obviously not if I took the online program, but as an opportunity to defray some of the cost) that would be super-interesting to me, as well.
Today was my first post-presidency Toastmasters meeting. I meant to go last week but had illegal fireworks-induced insomnia, and ended up skipping both Toastmasters and work. (You wouldn’t like me when I’m sleepy! :))
Today, I inducted a new Toastmasters Board of Directors. I’ll continue to attend Board meetings as past-president, but am there as an advisor. I don’t imagine that the workload will be anything like the workload I just relinquished, and I’m deeply grateful for that. I’m exhausted.
I have complained bitterly about some of the challenges of living with my mom (I mailed some of the pointless mail when we were out just the other night, actually! But she doesn’t send me with it alone regularly— brings it when we’re out together. I can deal with that.) But yesterday, we had such a reasonable conversation— when I got home, I told her my plan for dinner and said “are you hungry? Because I can start dinner now if you’re starved, but if not, I’d like to take care of a few things before I do that.”
I don’t spend a lot of time, anymore, worrying about whether I’m smart. That’s not to say that I’ve never had insecurity in this area, or that I think I’m smarter than everyone (or even anyone), or that I know everything about everything. But generally speaking, I’m not afraid that I’m stupid. I’ve satisfied any insecurity I had on that score.
After college, I came home and lived with my folks for 13 months. I swear I wasn’t a nightmare. I worked, I paid them a little something when I was able to do so, and it mostly went well. I did notice that even though I had been living off-campus with a roommate my senior year of college, I reverted somewhat, when I came home, and I felt bad about it.