Warped Gratitude Blog

Today I am thankful for the positive changes in my life  and understanding that what hasn't been positive was just a lesson.  I love my job.   The only issue is finding myself fighting imposter syndrome. I have spent the past two and a half years working as a milieu counselor who was constantly told to be quiet, speak little, counsel but do no counseling.  In the end, I was chided constantly because rumor had it that whenever I spoke to people, I covertly hypnotized them.  I did a bi-weekly meditation. This was possibly the closest thing to hypnosis I've done working in a drug and alcohol counseling hospital.  I made sure to eradicate any usage of NLP or Ericksonian Language Patterns during my employment at this facility.  It all started when my former boss found out I was getting licensed as a counselor.  I think she had a couple of former colleagues run around to dig up dirt on me.  Getting called into her office with gossip on a daily basis got old, so I left.  The gossip di

  Lyric: "I'd sell my soul for a wish." Um....drat....I'm told redheads don't have souls or else I'd have traded it years ago to Papa Legba so I could play like Larry Graham.  Today I am thankful that fully vaccinated people don't have to wear masks.  I took one of the kiddos to her favorite hobby shop today.  After hobbling out of the car and hopping on my little scooter, I followed my daughter inside.  This guy had lots of Gadsen stuff -  everything -  coffee mugs, flags of every size, t-shirts hats The yellow version,  The white version,  even the version where it bleeds into the Stars and Stripes.  He didn't have this one -  I need this on a t-shirt because I think it chunks down the political philosophy in a way that most politicians can understand.  ***** He saw me in my mask and put his on.   I let him know that I only wear mine so I don't scare people who fail to understand immunity.  I'd take it off if he'd take his off.  We were n

 Today I am thankful for the only constant in life - change.  I'm loving my new job.  My boss is super smart and is good with people.  He puts me in mind of the people who surrounded me as a child.  My parents were violent alcoholics so I spent most of my time out of school with Baptist ministers and Mormon bishops who stole me away from my parents to help them out in the church.  That probably explains why I volunteer and tithe so much.  I swear those men and their families saved me.   My new clinical supervisor gave me permission not to wear so much make-up.  That's new.  When I became a hypnotist, my very first mentor told me to always wear make-up.  If I tell you why he said that, you'd figure out who he is.  I followed his advice.  Prior to that, the only times I wore make-up were when I modeled or when I got married.  I tried wearing it for a bit in high school but it got my boyfriend in trouble.  I'd hug him and his beautiful mom would have to scrub the make-up o

 Today I am thankful that I can find musical language to describe my love history.  So...I have a habit of buying CDs off of the dollar rack at a local consignment store.  I went looking for a Woodstock era CD for an aging guitarist with Alzheimer's as I was hoping the music could bring him moments of lucidity.  I didn't find Hendrix.  Instead I found the Robert Smith experience.  So I listened.... I was never a big Cure fan.  Many of my old guy friends are.  Me....not so much.  I listened anyway.  Yeah....been there...done that.  No shame.  Yeah....I have nightmares then I miss someone.  I pray no one misses me.  Yeah, a couple of them come around every few years.  I'm so very busy.  In fact one of them called me ten days ago.  I must be a little freaked out because within moments of getting the phone call and the request to meet, I left my phone in a flippin' grocery store across town.  My subconscious mind must like being alone.  Despite my busyness, I still love the