The Short and Long. . .

08.07.2013

Summertime, for many, is synonymous with travel, especially the hours-long car trip. I took several trips this summer by car. Sometimes trips would take longer than expected and cause me to fantasize about flying by helicopter or the future of flying cars.

 

I’m sure I’m not alone on one the beauties of traveling by car: the GPS device. It ensures that we’ll get to our preset destination in a way without getting lost, or having to consult a “local” for directions, or having a paper map (remember those?). The GPS device allows me to know exactly when I will reach my end goal, as well as when I’ll need to make those turns to eventually reach my destination. It’s almost a clairvoyant device that keeps track of our short and long term goals on the road. Read the rest of this entry »

Why I Didn’t Become a Physical Therapist, the Class President, or a Frat Boy

02.18.2013

In my personal life, often times people will ask how I became a counselor. I usually share that my intentions going into college were to go into physical therapy while majoring in psychology. Well, it turns out that the pre-PT science classes and I did not get along, but, go figure, I had no problems in my neuroscience classes. So I made the decision to let go of PT, and fully explore what my options were, which led me to social work. My original goal had been to help people recuperate from physical injuries. For the past ten years, I’ve been helping people achieve a different kind of healing, and also to maximize their potential, transform, and find answers/solutions. Read the rest of this entry »

Transitions: Back to School

08.08.2012
*a more personal blog post

Growing up in a college town, my friends and I always had front row seats to the ebb and flow of the student population. In fall, the mass arrival. In spring, the mass exodus. And then one summer it was my family’s turn to pack our car to the gills to drop off the firstborn at college.

 

My dad drove the car, I rode shotgun, and my mom sat in the back. The exact travel logistics escape me other than a 4 hour drive to school consisted of also trying to find a hotel room to stay in the night before check in. Why we didn’t just leave early the next day, I’m not sure. Hotels were either booked up or too expensive for a night. So we just slept in the car of a rest stop. The quick drive the next morning consisted of sniffles from the back. At the time I wasn’t sure sure why my mom was crying, or why she even decided to come if she was going to get all emotional–that’s what I thought to myself.

 

Arriving to my new dorm and unpacking my belongings with my parents was a bit embarrassing, but then again everyone’s parents were doing the same thing. Of course I never thought my parents were as cool as everyone else. When my parents finally left, I felt much excitement in my new independence and freedom, the very things I had longed for embracing in my new chapter in life.