Tuesday, November 8, 2022

It's about damn time!

 It's been a minute since I last blogged. Well, its actually been 2,628,000 minutes since I last blogged. (2,628,000 moments so dear...). It's been a long, long time since my last blog. Forgive me, friends, for I have been busy.

You know when you see people you haven't seen in like 2,628,000 minutes, and you do that thing:

 "omg hi! I haven't seen you in ages! What have you been up to?"

"...not much..?."

Because really, where does one start? I mean, there was (is?) a pandemic, but that's a bullshit excuse to not have blogged because during the pandemic, the only thing I had going on was time. Time to organize my shed, time to write a blog post, time to watch the Handmaid's Tale, time to learn the piano. You can probably guess how it went... blessed be the Netflix.

I've been both busy and not busy. Over the past 2,628,000 minutes I did all the pandemic stuff like bake bread and break down in tears, all the regular stuff I do with kids and family and chiropractic and the clinic, and I also did a 2,628,000 minute program in psychotherapy training. It ranks among the best things I've ever done, and it's strange to me that the gap in this blog neatly brackets that time. In 2017 I wrote about going back to school to learn a new bodywork modality, and then poof it's 2022 and I went back to school and became a psychotherapist. Where did the time go? Other than... on?

In that fruitful blog void I was learning to feel. I also learned about the ways we avoid feeling. I learned how we make contact with one another, I learned about support and being present. I learned how we hold trauma in the body and about addictions and families of origin, personality adaptations and the importance of grounding. I learned a lot about love, and sex, and not just in the way you are thinking, and also I learned that most of us are at least a little perverted. I also learned that we are all, each of us in our own ways, lonely/scared/wounded. I learned about awareness in the here and now, about intimacy, grieving, vulnerability and also I learned that there is so, so much that I don't know. And now I'm a psychotherapist, and get to be with my clients in that way, and it is the most humbling and touching and challenging work. I love it. 

I'm still also a chiropractor, and that too is humbling, touching and challenging work that I love - just in different ways. For now I'm wearing two hats, and they suit me just fine. I see clients for therapy, where we explore patterns and reflect and 'be' together, feeling our feelings in an embodied way. And I see patients for chiropractic and we move and stretch and release as I work with the macro, the body's muscles and joints, the micro tears and cellular healing, and the more ethereal, the humans who inhabit the bodies I touch. Chiropractic and psychotherapy don't technically overlap and for practical reasons I do not overlap the two in practice. But they don't completely not overlap either. And I tend to laugh a lot in both capacities.  

So that's what I've been up to, in a nut shell. 

How about you?

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