Spent the whole of today waiting for the elusive youth worker in the office, but walks to her office at hourly intervals proved to be a gain for the step-counter and nothing else.
So we wait, and when we wait we talk, or rather, Stich (name changed to protect the innocent) talks, and tells me (again) his whole life story for me to attempt some form of psychotherapy on him. All this waiting, all this doing nothing, is proving to be more fruitful than I thought. In any case if there really are no clients, I would have accumulated enough information to write a whole essay on Stich, who is positively fascinating.
Maybe it feels like we're doing nothing because daily, we finish the stuff we have to do before lunch. After-lunch time is set aside for psychotherapy and movie watching to try to plan our program for the workshop.
Somewhere in my head, I think I know I should be worried about the lack of things to do, especially when there are tutorials and everybody seems to be swamped with work. But things are great the way they are, and I'm slowly getting into the hang of the whole counselling thing, (with the daily practice on Stich), and there's even room to try to integrate different methods on top of the psychotherapy. Slowly getting into the hang of confronting people over relational issues, and separating content and relational messages.
Waiting isn't really a problem; it's what you do when you wait that determines whether what is perceived as waiting is really waiting, and not stealthy preparation for what is to come.
That is a whole lot of words saying nothing really. I think I might be in denial of my boredom. Or, I might be acting bored so people don't know how glad I am to be in this physically vegatative but mentally hyperactive state.
