Into the 4th week of doing (almost) nothing, I'm beginning to wonder why exactly I'm at WCS. It's such an indulgence, to be able to spend everyday doing nothing much. Which is extremely at odds with my workaholic nature, but I haven't been able to churn up some form of healthy frustration at doing nothing.
I have one client who's almost twice my age. Ever since that one counselling session, things have been weird. Supervisor, in a rare flash of 'supervision', has nicely labelled it as a 'dual role'. I think this is supposed to help me to cope with this imbalanced power relation somewhat, but I haven't figured out how.
But even this gift of a case dropping into my lap seems almost like an afterthought from God. The very nature of the client being someone with extraordinary SuperWoman abilities and strengths already makes the prospect of her staying for more than 2 sessions unthinkable. It's like He's saying "Oh you're bored? Ok lemme see, let's give you something to scratch your itch for a while".
In short, it feels like I'm being played with, and I've never felt it stronger.
*maybe I am growing up. gasp*
I think He's expecting a Job-like response. But wait. God doesn't expect. He KNOWS.
Next week is the workshop, we have a grand total of 4 people who signed up, 3 of which are cell group leaders in their 20s, 1 is a 13 year old boy whose mother forced him to sign up. Whatever.
