i've been paddling around, it's been a
crazy month for me. actually, it's pretty much been a crazy year.
Two birthdays define my professional career. One was my 23rd, I had to go for counselling practice and I met my first client who acted on a suicidal tendency. It was in a hospital set-up, the gloomy government kind, and although she opened up, her family got all fierce because they weren't sure they could trust someone who could go to the police with information that could get her jailed. That was pretty sad, but it was part of learning that you cannot take responsibility for people's lives, you can only offer to hold them with love.
The other one, the 25th, a few months back actually, I was in the middle of nowhere, visiting tribal villages with a great bunch of friends. It was crazy, my friends managed to get spicy chocolate doughnuts from somewhere the night before (totally gross, it's the kind of thing you eat when you want to test yourself) and decorated the hotel room with newspaper streamers, a real "journalist's birthday'".
the actual day was insane, we walked 10 km (of which half was uphill) to meet a tribe but it was totally worth it. i heard some really crazy stories. and in the evening, the hotel actually had a bar so we had some wine.
maybe in another two years i'll be on the top of some volcano with a bunch of people discussing the meaning of life, i don't know... anything's possible, and i really like that.
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those are some pretty intense experiences. Seems like you have a very edgy career.Â
@hurthatelove15 - thank you. :) you know there's something douglas adams said about people who love staring at the sea. He said, humans are attracted to boundaries, where the sky meets the land meets the sea. i think it's the same thing about war zones and being in love again and starting out again - standing at the edge, you suddenly feel real. i don't ever want to lose that, to forget what that feels like.