Taking the Test

I graduated with my Master in Counseling in 1991. In my final interview with my Professor I told him that my Practicum had taught me this was the worst job a human could hold. I said I'd rather flip burgers at McDonalds than listen to people all day who have no interest in changing. Ouch.

Life just hadn't taken me on enough twists and turns yet to realize the holiness of listening and being present with another.

On April 4 I am taking a big step towards becoming a licensed therapist. I'm taking the dreaded National Counselor Exam. I really want to pass it the first time.

I have started studying. Luckily, running a Crisis Center requires one to get very knowledgeable on laws and ehics. Unfortunately, not so much help with the dreaded statistics. Bob was a stat tutor in college so he'll help with that.

I'm really not real clear where I'm going with this licensing thing. For years, I have been a proud rebel unwilling to conform and jump through all these hoops. My old agency had to make a special clinical loop hole to keep me employed running the Crisis Center. I sort of loved teaching stiff graduate students and they'd ask me how long I'd been licensed and I'd say...not licensed...never licensed. Now that we are living in one place and not moving around like corporate gypsies it just makes sense.

Truth is I'm a Therapist....I hate to admit that... I feel like I need to defend that and explain that I actually don't like sitting around staring at my belly button. I actually like movement and change. Oh well...it just is....and so I will take the test and see where I go next.