Showing posts with label reflection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reflection. Show all posts

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Revelations from Procrastination


Things are changing inside of me, always.  Usually the change is gradual and not very noticeable, but this week there was a pretty abrupt change.  It came, not surprisingly, after a conversation with my parents.  We had been talking about a particular homework assignment, that I felt bad (bad is rather an understatement of something better described as terrible, depressed, or hopeless) about because I considered myself two weeks overdue, still having written nothing and having little to no idea how to do the assignment, paired with about the same amount of motivation.  My parents were somewhat surprised (perhaps even shocked?) to discover that I was that far behind on an assignment.  When I considered their reaction, I decided that I also was shocked.  Shocked.  That's not who I am, and not what I want.  Sarah does not finish her assignments late.  I spent the next day or so mourning the loss of my former self, during which time I also took two personality inventories for one of my classes.  This only compounded my grief, because the inventories asked me to rate the truth of statements like "I always turn in work on time" or "I work steadily towards deadlines" or "I am reliable."  I could not honestly endorse those items, and personality profiles are supposed to be enduring features of a person's way of being in the world, so it felt like I was forever changed.

Beauty is born out of ashes, and out of my grief came a newfound resolve to dedicate myself to the rigors of graduate school.  The first thing I decided was that I would not play ultimate frisbee until I had finished the assignment.  I decided this on a Tuesday and I was supposed to play in league that night.  I also usually play pick-up ultimate on Fridays and Sundays.  Ultimate is a great way to exercise; the only problem is that when I play ultimate it rarely takes less than three hours per occasion.  This led to something that has not happened in quite some time: I spent a weekend at home, not traveling anywhere, in which I did not play ultimate or hang out with my ultimate frisbee friends.  I also took a real Sabbath (day of rest to remember that God is the one who provides for me, and he can do it without my help, so it's appropriate for me to take a day off) on Saturday.  Mine have been rather lame lately, including travel and days that were scheduled almost to capacity.  This time not only did I not do work, but I also did not plan more than two activities with other people.

This series of rare events led to many discoveries:
  • Six extra hours on a weekend is quite significant, though it's more like ten extra if you count the amount I usually hang out with my frisbee friends
  • Biking is awesome and I love it
  • Naps are also awesome
  • I like doing homework at a relaxed pace, and I learn a lot more that way too
  •  There are cool people in my life who I usually don't have time to hang out with
  • I am addicted to recognition from groups of people (I discovered this after church on Sunday when I found myself disappointed that I didn't get any invitations to Easter lunch/brunch, even though I knew it would be better for me to come home, relax, and study.  Once I got home I truly enjoyed getting to relax at home instead of being in a group of people talking.  This is true in many other circumstances as well, but I constantly find myself accepting invitations to hang out with people and undervaluing time I get to myself at home.)

I wish I could write more because my thoughts related to this topic are nowhere near finished, but that homework assignment is calling my name ;)

Friday, March 2, 2012

Community

How do those who come out of cohesive families, but themselves remain single, deal with their loss of family as primary community?  What are the core elements of experiences of rejection or inclusion?  Many people seem to find meaning from how they are, or are not, relating to other people.  Is that meaning entrenched in the hearts of all?


Definition of COMMUNITY (from Merriam-Webster online)

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: a unified body of individuals: asa : statecommonwealthb : the people with common interests living in a particular area; broadly : the area itself <the problems of a largecommunity>c : an interacting population of various kinds of individuals (as species) in a common locationd : a group of people with a common characteristic or interest living together within a larger society <a communityof retired persons>e : a group linked by a common policyf : a body of persons or nations having a common history or common social, economic, and political interests <the international community>g : a body of persons of common and especially professional interests scattered through a larger society <the academiccommunity>

Everyone experiences community in at least one of the ways described by the definitions above.  My favorite combination of those definitions would be: a unified body of various kinds of individuals, interacting together in a common location and linked by common interests or beliefs.

My family as community could be described as: a group of individuals with a common history, sharing their emotions, reflections, and decisions with each other.  That was my first community, and my primary community for 18 years.  I wonder how it shaped my view of communities now.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Kingdom of Couches

Do people need me or do I need them?  In church, when I go to talk to people after the service, is it because I want to serve them and care for their needs, or is it because I want them to know me, be familiar with me, and like me?  Let's not kid ourselves, it's the second one.  What about in frisbee?  What about in lifegroup?  What about when I'm hanging out with friends?  This needs to change.  This needs to change because I am acting selfishly and the Bible specifically tells me not to act this way.  It says "do not think of yourselves more highly than you ought," and "look not only to your own interests but also to the interests of others."  The fruits of the spirit are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.

I recently reread part of a book (a really good book called the Kingdom of Couches, by Will Walker)  that asked the question: "Would you rather go to heaven now, or later?"  The author went around asking people this question and found that most people said later, because they still wanted to enjoy life for a while.  I mean, I find myself thinking there are still things I want to do here on earth too, and they're not particularly spiritual things besides the fact that they fit into my spiritual life quite nicely.  You know, I want to get married to a really godly guy, I want to have kids and raise them to love Jesus, and I want to tell people about Jesus in another country, potentially because that's a really acceptable excuse to live in another country.  If heaven is really way better, which it is, then it definitely makes sense for me to want to go there right away, instead of hanging around to enjoy life.  Paul's attitude in Philippians is that he wants to go to heaven and prefers it, but knows he needs to stay on earth longer to encourage all the churches he is mentoring.  Pretty much, he is staying for others, and not for himself.  He is living missionally.

Anyway, the Lord is really wowing me with this idea this afternoon, so I'm going to try to live it.  I will most likely fail, but please feel free to remind me to live to serve others whenever you see me messing up.  This post is dedicated to two wise women who gave me advice less than a month ago to be kind, and to serve others.  And also to my didi, who told me to lavish resources on others. 


For an excerpt of the book, the Kingdom of Couches, by Will Walker, go here: http://crupress.campuscrusadeforchrist.com/files/products/kingdom.pdf

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

For my kids:

Well, no I don't have any of my own kids yet (not even close), but I always find myself thinking about them.  I think of activities that would be fun to do with them, and I think of things I want them to learn, things I want to teach them, and creative ways to help them learn those things that are important.  I've always loved kids.  They are so fun, and when I am with them, my mind is always working.  Life becomes simpler, and I find myself thinking of life in terms of how I could explain it to the kids around me.

What is there to explain, you ask?  There are so many things I learned when I was growing up, but some things I wish someone had explained to me.  And it's not that no one explained it to me, it's just that no one explained it to me in a way that I "got it."  Or I just wish I had "gotten it" earlier.  It feels like life would have been easier or have made more sense if I had just understood sooner.  Or like I would have been able to have practiced more or experimented more effectively with my actions if I had known sooner.

Life is continual discovery.  I always want to keep learning new things, even when I am old.  Perhaps thinking about what I want to teach my kids is just a way that I try to cement the things that I am learning in my own mind.  Because I know that in order to be an effective teacher I must appropriate what I am learning to my own life.

They will have so much to learn, so it is impossible to teach them everything.  Above all, I want my kids to love Jesus!  I want them to learn to follow him in everything, and run to him with every concern.  I want them to experience his peace, love,  and joy just like I do!

In this spirit, posts may follow to explain some of what I want to teach my kids.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Unfinished Stories

Have you ever wondered what to say when someone asks how something or someone has changed your life?

My experience usually goes something like this:
Question I read in a book: "How has Jesus changed your life?"
My thoughts: "I'm supposed to have a great answer to this question."
Book: Gives wonderful example answer involving turning from a life of addiction, dramatic conversion experience, and ninjas.
My thoughts: "hmm, my story isn't really like that."  "What is my story?"  "Why can't I think of anything?"  "Did Jesus really make a difference in my life?"  "Sarah, don't be silly, of course he did!  You have learned and grown so much!"  "Why can't I think of anything?"

I mean, my story isn't like the other stories I hear that sound, well, exciting and dramatic.  My story feels much more steady and even-keeled, with no huge turning points, only lots of little ones.  It's always bothered me that I find it difficult to answer the question, "How has Jesus changed your life?"

I think it's because all my stories are unfinished.  There's nothing I can look at and say, "I used to really mess this up, but now I get it right."  It doesn't mean I'm not changing and learning, it just means I'm learning and changing more of the same things continually.

Here are some of the dimensions where my life keeps changing:
Learning to spend time with Jesus
Knowing Jesus
Learning who Jesus says I am
Learning to share and be generous
Learning humility
Learning to love other people with actions
Learning to communicate acceptance with words

There are many others, those are just the few that come to mind at the moment.  The thing is, they're all unfinished.

Rejection.

The door is closed.
It seems unopenable, impenetrable, immovable;
it doesn't really matter that it was closed inch by inch
until the last crack of light disappeared,
instead of slammed shut in an instant;
it is closed for now.
The phone buzzes.
It's a final word from a former friend,
words of anger, words that pierce;
"I don't like what you said, I won't be your friend,"
the message sinks past defenses to the vulnerable heart;
will it stay that way?
Avoided glances.
This hurts almost more than the words that were spoken,
a constant reminder of friend torn asunder,
and the heart wants to harden, to strengthen defenses,
to numb all the hurts,
yet it remains open.

Monday, May 2, 2011

25 pages...

means I have just finished writing the longest paper of my life.

I am happy to say I have come a long ways in paper-writing since I first started this blog.  No, I do not have many blog posts to show for the paper I just finished.  But I understand the process a lot better.  Or rather, I've developed a process that's starting to work for me.

For this paper I knew I had to start more than a month in advance for several reasons: 1) I had never written a paper longer than 16 pages and didn't even know if I was capable of writing 25 pages of double-spaced text; 2) my prof straight up required us to have 20 sources; 3) I decided based on previous paper-writing experiences that familiarity with sources definitely helps the medicine go down; 4) reading 20 sources takes a very long time.

Well, I didn't end up reading 20 sources, but I did read significant parts of at least 13 sources.  In fact, out of all the time I spent on this paper, probably about half of it was spent reading and taking notes on sources.  I hadn't written anything aside from a single blog entry (on the medical model) until less than a week before my paper was due.

For the sake of drama, let me chronicle the last few days of the process leading up to the Monday 12:30pm due date:

Thursday.  Usually I'd be busy seeing clients all day, but I had half the day off, so I finished reading a source I had started and was able to write the first 2 pages of my paper.

Friday. After working two hours at my job in the morning I come home and send out a call to prayer by email to faithful friends letting them know I'm feeling quite overwhelmed at the prospect of writing 23 more pages by Monday.  I work until my meeting at 5pm, and still have only written 2 more pages.  The girls I meet with from 5-6:15pm encourage me that God will help me write my paper.  I go home and write another 4 pages, and also add in the blog about the medical model, which puts me up to 9 pages.  I am not feeling very happy with the pace of my writing and estimate that if I continue at the same pace I will not finish on time.

Saturday.  I wake up and read my Bible and ask Jesus to help me with my paper.  While I am praying, I get the idea that instead of writing sections of the paper in order, section by section, I should try writing source by source, and just plug in the information from each source into the appropriate section.  I apply this strategy and work until a bridal shower that night, with a brief break to choreograph some of my new rap parody.  By the time I leave for the shower I have 17 pages, which has me feeling very pleased.  I come home and am able to add only 1 more page, putting my total up to 18.  I have finished adding the information from all my source notes, and I go to bed.

Sunday. It's my Sabbath, so I don't work on my paper at all.  Now maybe you understand why I was afraid of not finishing.

Monday.  I wake up at 6am and work straight until 11:45am.  I had been sleeping a little fitfully the night before and woke up ready to start working.  I had been worried about what I would add to my paper, not knowing how I would get another 7 pages since I had already used the information from my sources.  But I just start working through the paper and adding transitions and explanations between all the information from my sources, and the paper keeps growing.  At 11:45 I had three lines on the 25th page.  Done.  I emailed it in and left the house within ten minutes to catch the bus.  I even made it to class on time.  I feel AWESOME!  I think I am smiling super huge and dancing in my seat the whole bus ride.  I try not to smile to big at my classmates who all look dead tired, but I feel FULL of energy and enthusiasm.

What did I learn? 
  1. Source by source writing is TONS easier than section by section writing.  Before I wasted so much time looking for the facts I needed and wondering if I was missing anything.  This way it was all included and I just put it in whatever section needed it most.  I'm really thankful God shared that secret with me :)
  2. Jesus provides for me!  And that's why I take a Sabbath, to remember that Jesus can provide for me and does provide for me despite my best efforts.
  3. Reading sources and taking notes on them is worth it.
  4. I can write 9 pages in one day.
  5. Starting to actually write more than a week in advance would probably be a great idea next time.
  6. Finishing a task that seemed overwhelming and impossible well and on time is a completely exhilarating feeling!
Oh, and the paper was about evidence-based practice in psychology, but who cares?

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Counseling in the Chinese World Consultation: Diamond in the Rough

…or in the jungles of Thailand, as it were.

This consultation was not well known outside of certain circles, nor was it advertised beyond a few notifications.  It was arranged by humble people doing significant work, and attended by the same.  I did not have much idea of what to expect in coming here, but what I found was valued relationships, insightful discussions, rest for the weary, and vulnerable stories.

What made the conference so beautiful was the people who came.  We had counselors, professors, community leaders, counselor-trainers, students, spouses, nonprofit workers, and supervisors.  And they came from a variety of backgrounds, some from Chinese backgrounds, some from Western backgrounds, and some from a mix, and current living situations in all parts of China (Beijing, Chengdu, Sichuan, Kunming), Hong Kong, Taiwan, Thailand, Malaysia, and America.  Some came as teams, some as individuals, some as couples, and even some as families.  Many already knew some others, and many new connections were made.

Our backgrounds greatly enriched the conference but also posed some challenges.  The greatest challenge revolved around the truly bilingual composure of our group.  A little more than half of our 28 participants spoke Chinese as their heart language, and the remaining spoke English.  Of course, the vast majority of the group spoke both languages, enough to benefit from proceedings in either language, but a few speakers did not understand much at all of the other language.  So even though the least bilingual among us spoke at least some of the other language, it was not enough to understand a session.  This meant that a burden of translation fell onto the small portion of our members who spoke both languages well enough to translate.

Translation was a struggle throughout the conference, and taxed our most fluent members heavily.  We tried several different strategies, most often choosing to have simultaneous translation for small groups of people at a time so as not to slow down our meetings.  This language divide also permeated our informal interactions, with participants of the same heart language more likely to connect with each other than primary speakers of opposite languages.  However, I was impressed to see bilingual meal tables and a lot of code-switching (e.g. switching between English and Chinese), and plenty of persistent participants making connections with speakers of opposite languages as well.

Personally, I found the bilingual nature of this conference delightful yet stretching.  I was a little nervous when, as a primary English speaker, I was placed in a small group with three primary Chinese speakers.  I thought our small group would probably have to operate completely in Chinese, and worried that this might keep me from fully participating.  Our small group did operate mostly in Chinese, but I was absolutely delighted to discover that I could understand almost everything that my group members were saying.  Of course I didn’t understand every single word, but I understood their stories and what they were communicating.  And I even learned new words, and was reminded of old words I had forgotten, just from context.  This is extremely exciting to me because my cross-cultural growing up experience has made language a crucial issue for me.  One of my greatest longings is to have more language ability.  It is always disappointing when I realize how much more there is to learn, or compare my Chinese ability to my English ability and find them so disparate.  Conversely, it is always a great joy when I discover that I have succeeded in a new way or have made significant progress in learning Chinese.  The new success that I delighted in this time was that of understanding Chinese spoken on a vulnerable heart level.  Never before had I had Chinese friends communicate with me on the heart level in Chinese.  I felt I was opening new doors of potential for vulnerability in cross-cultural friendships.  I still cannot communicate in Chinese on that heart level, so thankfully my group was able to find a happy medium in that it was completely acceptable for me to talk in English, since they all understood it well enough to understand what I was saying.  So we had a small group in which each of us spoke in our heart language, and all of us understood.  This was truly precious to me.

It was stretching too in that I also got tired.  I can understand a lot, but it takes more work to understand Chinese than it does to just listen in English.  Listening in English is like breathing.  Listening in Chinese is like treading water.  My mother would add that listening to both simultaneously is like running uphill.  I sincerely admire international students who have learned English as a second language and now attend classes in that language.  If I was already feeling tired, I had to force myself to keep paying attention and understanding instead of just tuning out.  There are also other levels of understanding that I have not yet reached.  When in our meeting we watched four group members have an academic-level discussion on major issues that arise in doing counseling in the Chinese Christian world, there was too much that I could not understand, so I had to listen to someone else translate.  I dream of the day when I will be able to not only understand that level of discussion, but also communicate well enough to participate.

This conference also produced the treasure of rich discussions built on our diverse backgrounds, and facilitated by our flexible schedule.  When attending a conference, one usually expects to be given a schedule of specifically what will happen when, accompanied by appropriate descriptions.  The schedules that we were given upon arrival had very little detail, as well as very little correspondence to what actually happened during our conference.  I suppose fewer numbers of people all staying in the same place and eating the same meals does allow for easy rescheduling with just one announcement.  What really happened is that we would start one session and everyone got so involved that it went overtime.  Also, we took long breaks.  The breaks were supposed to be only 30 minutes long, but they turned out to be more like an hour long.  However, no one seemed to mind, because what was happening during the breaks was the same as what was happening in the sessions, people were sharing stories and learning from each other and encouraging each other.  In fact, this is what happened the whole week no matter what we were doing.  Whether we were in a session, in small groups, eating, walking, or just standing around talking, the stories and learning continued.

We had two “fishbowl” discussions that were particularly interesting.  Four or five people were chosen to discuss a certain topic while everyone else watched.  For the first we had a professor, a community leader, a counselor-trainer/director, and a former community leader who is now a counselor.  All were native Chinese with experience working in China.  They discussed tricky issues involved in doing counseling in the Chinese world.  It seems there are a complicated set of expectations that clients have for counselors and community leaders in China.  For example, community leaders are often expected to do counseling for free for members of their community.  At the same time, the members may not really be serious about doing the necessary work of counseling, and use the community leader’s lack of counseling qualifications as an excuse not to engage.  Some community leaders are really not qualified, and most are overburdened with other responsibilities.  Others actually are qualified, and for them it can be helpful to let clients know their qualifications.  Clients in China respect qualifications and will be more likely to engage if they know they are working with a professional.  On the other hand, there are not many counselors at all in China, so people in certain communities are being trained to do the work of counseling without going through a formal program, by other counselors.  It was also suggested that any clients be asked to pay at least a small sum of money so that they would take counseling more seriously and be willing to engage in the work.

The second fishbowl had a Chinese couple who had worked in the aftermath of the Sichuan earthquake for three years, and three other people to listen and reflect with them.  Their stories were incredible and heartbreaking.  Since they were living in the earthquake zone, they too experienced the aftershocks and trauma.  They would visit a small town and return later to find it completely wiped out by an aftershock.  People disappeared as quakes continued to shake.  All day long they listened to other people’s stories and grief.  They were so full themselves that this put a lot of tension on their marriage.  The husband wanted to be alone after hearing other people’s stories all day, but the wife wanted someone to talk to.  And in some cases, the grief they were dealing with was so intense, that the wife described feeling like an idiot and not knowing anything to do.  So she just sat for three days with children who had lost both their parents because their father killed their mother in his trauma, not saying anything.  She realized the children were talking to the dog, and that was the only time they would talk.  So she talked to the dog too.  She was able to bond with them by just being there for three days, feeling their pain and talking to the dog.  Slowly this couple is being restored and renewed.  They have left the earthquake zone and are learning to laugh again.  They have more time to be together as a couple, but this is a burden that leaves slowly.

We also had several case consultations, where a member would share about a client, and the rest of us would listen and give feedback.  One psychotherapist was working in a Malaysian city that did not have many other therapists.  She was the only one with her level of qualifications, working at a local hospital.  A man with schizophrenia came to see her, but became explosive and threatening when she confronted him about sending her long emails that he expected her to read in between sessions (and in smaller communities it is much more difficult to limit access to your email address).  She struggled with on one hand feeling compassionate toward him and wanting to help him but on the other hand feeling extremely threatened by him.  His psychiatrist had already told him that he could only be seen for prescribing medicine and not for psychotherapy. In situations like these it seems best for the counselor to become a mobilizer of resources.  She cannot continue to see him, but what she can do is recommend other resources to him.  Also, confidentiality became a different story after she found out he was her next door neighbor.  People in the complex need to know, since he is in danger of harming her.  Other stories were shared and this was a valuable venue for discussing some of the challenges of providing care within a smaller community where the counselor may also be part of the community.  It becomes essential for the community as a whole to take on some burdens of caring for hurting individuals in their midst.  Again, confidentiality becomes a different issue and the counselor needs to help clients become part of community.

None of these were planned or scheduled before the conference started, but anything that happened became a platform for rich interactions full of insight.

More vulnerable stories were shared during small group times and saturated our informal interactions.  These went hand in hand with rest for the weary, because part of the soul is restored when it has a chance to share its burdens with a kindred spirit.  I had my own story unpacked when I realized through conversation with my TCK roommate for the conference that I had “more issues than I thought” when it comes to crossing cultures.  There were painful aspects of my experience that I had ignored and thought I had skipped over.  But I realized I hadn’t skipped over them, I merely failed to recognize them.  It felt so relieving to be with someone who understood because she had experienced the same, and it was good to hear her insights.

The other aspect of rest was just getting away from our normal routines and schedules, escaping to the beautiful mountains of Thailand, just up the road from an elephant training camp.  I heard people exclaiming how they were so grateful to come to this conference because it was giving them rest for their minds, souls, and bodies.  The flexible schedule also made the conference more restful, because it gave a feel of doing whatever was needed, instead of pressure to get things done or obey a schedule.

This conference was incredibly valuable to me and others who attended.  It gave us the opportunity to connect with like-minded people and care for each other.  Some participants previously felt very isolated in their work and ministry, but now feel they have support accessible through a quick email or phone call.  It gave us a chance to listen to and learn from each others’ experiences.  It gave us a chance to rest.  It enriched our perspectives on counseling in the Chinese world.  This conference was truly a blessing.
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So were the elephants down the road...








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Friday, February 4, 2011

Sarah's reflective voice

In a conversation I had with a few family members today, I realized that perhaps the voice I use in my reflective posts comes across as melancholy or in need of encouragement.  Of course, I am always appreciative of encouragement, but I want to set readers at ease, that the voice you might have interpreted as depressed in the birthday posts is merely what my reflective voice sounds like.  I was not trying to send a message to my friends and family that they need to try harder at making me feel special on my birthday.  It was not meant to make anyone feel guilty.  I am sorry if that is what it became to some of my readers.  Really I was not upset at all, because a birthday is still what it always was.  I anticipate this birthday will be about the same as any birthday, just because it is a birthday.  The posts were merely an honest, interested examination of some of the thoughts that go through my head when I think about birthdays.

By my reflective voice I mean my thoughts.  I suppose that even my family members have not really heard my thoughts prior to my writing a blog.  To me it seems quite normal and calm.  If I were to define my reflective voice it would be defined as such: an honest exploration of my thoughts on a given topic.  When I write a reflective post on this blog, it is just putting my thoughts into writing.  Prior to writing the present blog, I never really shared much of my written thoughts with anyone.  Perhaps I did on Xanga a few times in high school, but other than that it only appeared in my mind and in the spiritual journals I keep.

There are, naturally, many times that I try to share my thoughts verbally.  These are however, a slim slice of all the things I think.  As anyone who knows me can attest, I am a thinker more than a speaker.  My friends often catch me looking up or off to the side in the midst of conversation, as I try to organize and compose my thoughts.  Sometimes I am successful and am able to say what it is that I think.  Other times I drift off into just thinking or a daze, I'm not quite sure what it should be called, and I cannot catch the thoughts.  If someone asks me what I was thinking I will say I don't know, and that is usually honest, because I cannot remember.  The thoughts just ran together, leading from one to the next.

My looking up or off to the side can be offsetting, just as perhaps my reflective prose can be.  Many times I have been asked if I am sad or concerned about something, when I was only thinking.  By now I have learned they are referring to the expression I had while thinking, so I quickly reply, "Oh no, sorry, that is just my thinking face!"  As we get to know each other better, friends learn to recognize and accept the thinking face, and associated pause.

Friends often tell me they wonder what I am thinking, so I have tried to get better at expressing at least some of what I was thinking when I made a thinking face or paused for a moment.  I do not want my friends to be afraid that I am harboring negative opinions of them, and think that is why I do not say what I was thinking.  That is very rarely the case, but I suspect that less well known friends often wonder if that is the reason for my pause.  I am merely digesting an organizing something that was said, trying to decide what I really think.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

When I was 22...

I started my 23rd year with a long day of interviewing for grad school.  It turned out to be the longest, most tiring interview out of all of them.  It also turned out to be worth it, since it was an interview for the school I now attend as a first year Counseling Psychology doctoral student.  Because I planned to be at interviews all day, my expectations were very low.  I didn't expect anyone I was around to know it was my birthday, and none of the people who knew it was my birthday would have access to me.  So I was delighted when my parents called me internationally to wish me happy birthday, as I was being driven to campus.  And the day ended with ice cream and a good conversation with my host, who is now my roommate!

In my 23rd year God provided for me greatly.  He got me accepted at one school, so I would know where to go.  He affirmed me in his plan for me by giving me a housing offer from my roommate, the very same day I decided to go to the program.  He also gave me funding through an assistantship two days later.  He had me invited to go to a church at an interview, so that I would want to check out the sister church in the town I ended up in.  And that church has made all the difference here.  God graduated me from college.  He gave me rest during the summer.  He gave me a life in a new town.  He gave me a road bike AND a car.

There were many hard things.  I struggled to learn how to rest.  I had to cut back and give up activities I enjoyed.  I had to say goodbye to many, many friends, and a community in which I was known and respected.  I had to come to terms with unfulfilled desires.  I had to give up a boy, which proved difficult in a different way than with my only other boyfriend.  I struggled, and still struggle with making friends in a new place.  I experienced loneliness in a deeper way than ever before.  I worked hard at school.  Satan tried to wrest my hopes away from me, but God wouldn't let them be swept away completely.

I learned about the power of the Holy Spirit and about God's voice, in a way that increased my desire, humbled my self-image, and yet led to more frustration with a lesson on patience and perseverance.  I learned that God wants to be my best friend.

What has God been teaching you lately?

Birthdays

Hard to believe another year has passed.  I am about to be a new age.  I've always liked my birthday because I like feeling special, and my birthday is a day that's special just for me among my immediate family and friends.  I truly do not envy those who have their birthdays near Christmas, Mother's Day, [Taiwanese] Father's Day, or any other holiday.  Birthdays also bring me to a place of reflection, which I usually savor.  How is my life different now than it was in past years?  What does it feel like to be older?  What did I think this age would be like when I was younger?  What new things have I learned and accomplished?  And what do I think the next year will hold?  Who are my friends?

The reason I ask who my friends are, is because I want to do something special on my birthday.  I don't want to spend it alone.  Wanting things to be special can be problematic though, because there's this whole issue of expectations.  If I want it to be special, but it's not: disappointment.  And who wants to spend their birthday feeling disappointed?  So I find myself both asking and answering the question of who my friends are on my birthday.  First I ask the question for people in my same geographical location, so that I know who to celebrate with.  Then I answer the question by subconsciously keeping track of who remembers or wishes me a happy birthday.  And because I like being remembered and recognized on my birthday, but I know that a lot of my friends just don't have that great of memories for birthdays, I also drop a few hints in the weeks leading up to my birthday.  I've found that I'm a lot more likely to be remembered on my birthday just by giving people the chance to find out my birthday is soon!  I suppose that's a partial strategy for making my birthday more special and less disappointing.

It's pretty selfish!  Why does it matter so much to me to feel special and remembered?  On occasions I've considered what a birthday would be like prior to which I did not drop any hints and instead made it special by planning to bless others in my life on that day.  Maybe it would be better to give on my birthday instead of desiring to receive.  In fact that seems really similar to a Bible verse I've heard...along the lines of "it is more blessed to give than receive."  Why can't I actually believe that?

Do you like to feel special on your birthday?  What can make that day special for you?

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Hopes and Fears for Counseling

The purpose of the present post is to complete an assignment.  Surprisingly, though an assignment, this post will be a reflective post.  Fortuitously I have one class this semester that requires regular reflective posts.  But rest assured, I also already have academic papers that have been assigned for the semester, so practice on that front will be unavoidable.
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What are my hopes and fears for counseling this semester?  In learning a new skill it is only natural that I hope to be good at it.  Yes, I hope that the people I counsel will experience positive change in their lives as a result of our time together.  I hope to be a good listener for each client I see.  I hope that my clients feel accepted and encouraged by me.  I want to be a voice of encouragement in situations of despair and disappointment.  I want to help my clients gain insight into their lives.  I hope that they will get a glimpse of God's love for each of them, through me.  I hope my clients will trust me and be honest with me.

However, I also know that I will not be good at counseling.  So I have hopes to learn this semester.  I hope to learn from my supervisor, my peers, and my clients about things I am doing well, things I am doing poorly, and things I can do to improve.  I hope to learn to how to solicit honest feedback from my clients.  I hope to receive feedback well, and to learn much from it.  I hope to gain insight and method in the way that I think about individual clients, reflect on past sessions, and plan for future sessions.  I hope that a theory will find me, or at least begin to find me.

Practically, I hope for a good caseload.  I hope for clients who will be reliable in returning phone calls, coming to appointments, and calling to cancel an appointment.  I hope for very few no-shows, even though I have been told this wish is unlikely to be fulfilled.

I also hope, as in everything that I do, to learn more about God through counseling.  I hope to gain his heart of compassion for each person I meet with.  I hope to understand his purpose for me and for the world in a deeper way.  I hope to hear from him what he thinks about each of my clients, and commit each of them to him in prayer.

I fear going into sessions and not knowing what to do or what to say.  I fear being panicked when the time comes to bring the client in from the waiting room.  I fear handling an emergency or a suicidal client, and messing up the procedure for what I'm supposed to do at the CAC.  I hope to commit these fears to God in prayer, so that I am not overwhelmed by them.

I am afraid of disappointing my supervisor, because I want his approval.  I hope for a great relationship with him.

I worry that I will be so busy with other schoolwork that I will neglect doing things that I should to prepare for sessions.  I do not know how much time I will spend watching tapes and preparing for sessions.  I think that there will always be more that I could do to prepare, and I worry about not doing enough.  Thus I fear not being able to manage all my responsibilities well, and being distracted in all I undertake.  I hope to find a good balance.
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I wonder if this post would have been much different if I had also included expectations.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Writing more

Having just finished reading an article about experts in various fields, I am struck with the conviction that I will not improve at writing unless I write more.  I do desire to be a better writer.  This desire comes mostly from feeling like I have not been able to write a good paper for my entire career in grad school (of a 5 month duration so far).  I have written three papers, each of which I considered severely lacking.  Not only were these papers severely lacking in preparation, insight, voice, and above all overall quality, they were also consuming and depressing as I attempted to engage in the writing process.  The latter is more problematic in my opinion.

It seems obvious that in order to be a better writer I would have to write more.  And I am not opposed to writing.  It's just that, like anything, it takes time.  As a grad student, time can be hard to come by.  So why am I actually deciding to spend time on writing a blog?  There are several things that moved me from inaction to action.  The first and most pressing is that I know I will have to write many papers in grad school.  Looming at the end of this five year endeavor is a dissertation, long and ominous.  Judging by the three papers I have already written, there are major kinks that need to be taken care of for me to not be completely overwhelmed and defeated by said monster dissertation in several years.  Also, I am hoping that my writing will improve faster, so that papers in the mean time will be less painful and end in more satisfaction and less resignation.  The second thing is people keep telling me to write more.  I heard one of my classmates give a personal testimony of how writing every day for 45 minutes last semester has helped him improve his writing.  In addition, by practicing his writing he has the added benefit of working ahead on many of his assignments, i.e. papers.  And of course there is my dad, who always encourages me and my brother to write more and practices writing more himself through blogs and book reports etc.  The third thing is that I actually enjoy some kinds of writing, and I take pleasure in feeling I have written something well.  My favorite kind of writing is reflective writing, because it helps me to sort out my thoughts and feelings.  I find it therapeutic and calming.  The fourth, and more immediate impetus, is as I mentioned already the article I read about experts, Supershrinks.  The article notes that the people who become the best in their field are those who practice skills a step above themselves, and who seek out feedback.

Thus I have undertaken a blog.  For now this is the purpose of my blog: to be a place to practice writing regularly and improve in all kinds of writing, but particularly academic writing.  To develop my voice.  To sort out my thoughts.  To write.  I know that I will be tempted to write only reflective posts, and not practice academic writing.  Since currently to me, academic writing is the bane of my existence, while reflecting is one of my favorite things to do and I feel I never have enough time to reflect.  So perhaps this blog will be a compromise, with some reflective posts, and, I sincerely hope, some academic posts.

Here are some of my ideas about what good academic writing entails: 1) Sources and familiarity with them.  I feel this is a step I often lack, since I procrastinate on writing papers and then feel I must move on to the actual writing so quickly that I do not take (or possess) the time to actually digest a source and become familiar with it.  2) Organization.  I feel this is an important step, and I often try to devote a large percentage of my time to this step, since I feel it really helps focus my writing and give me a plan for where to go.  Plus I am a planner at heart.  3) Writing.  Duh!  Yeah, this is the part where I sit down and try to write my paper, following my outline, and also being careful to figure out which source information is coming from and site a lot.  So this step incorporates steps 1 and 2 because I am using my sources and following the plan of my outline.  Usually I struggle with this step and I often wonder if it is because I haven't done steps 1 and 2 well.

For today I'll conclude that I've heard many people say to just sit down and start writing the paper.  The reason this rubs me so wrong is because what about sources!!!?  What about direction??  How can I sit down and start writing if I don't even know what I'm talking about?  How can I sit down and start writing without first figuring out the direction I want my paper to go?  So then I think to myself that probably what they really mean is, just sit down and start writing the paper after you've become fairly familiar with your sources and thought about what direction you would like your paper to go.