Sheila walked into my office a few weeks ago, sat down at the table, looked at me and shook her head. "Shit, I'm a social worker. And I feel like I should have something 'social worky' to say. But all I can say is, 'man, your life blows'!"
Yeah, that about sums it up. And I have to say, that was one of the most healing and compassionate things anyone has said recently. Though I've written a thousand blog entries in my head over the course of the month or so since I've posted, the monumental effort it takes to actually turn on the computer and type is seriously beyond me. Honestly, if someone gave me a pet rock it would require more compassion and ability to care than I currently have. My care-taking tank is empty. But I'm making the commitment now to start blogging again. More later
