Last Week of First Year

Last year at this time I was on a plane headed for a month to Oaxaca, Mexico.

Man that sounds nice.

But I gotta admit that I'm glad to be where I am- sitting in a quiet office in the Psych Building on a beautiful spring Friday. It's the end of the week, next week is the last of the semester and year for classes, clients, and responsibilities until summer term (June 3rd).

When I was in Mexico last year, I wrote myself a letter. We made our students at Three Rivers in Montana write a "letter to yourself" as a therapeutic tool and ceremonial object. It occurred to me last year that I should do that myself. I found it the other day while I was sorting through odds and ends in the process of moving in.

Here are a few things I mentioned:
-Live in a place that feels good and I can share with others (I'm hosting the first year party tonight)
-Be ready for the ups and downs of Grad school (check and double check)- and have some clear idea of my dissertation topic (wish i could say check)
-Be doing yoga once a week (I've done it once- does that count?)
-Have a sense of balance in my life (beginning to feel more of this recently)
-Stay in touch with the people I love (this one was my favorite- and I'd like to think it's a check)

Anyhow- it was just fun to stumble across that letter and think about how much can happen in a year.

What will the next one bring?