Apparently, the number one cure for my bouts of depression (a word I use lightly) is company. Good company, but company nonetheless. I can exist happily on my own, but sometimes I can't, and that's when I get really depressed. But, now that Callie and her [insert title] are here, things have brightened considerably. Not to mention I had a tutoring session this afternoon where I didn't do any real tutoring but I did do a lot of listening, and I was told that I was a good listener and a good 'therapist.' Stop laughing. I have been told this before - by my dad - and that probably counts for the most. Maybe I should be a therapist? So now I have two to three strengths - teaching (some things), listening, and what - providing therapeutic advice? Where does that leave me? Maybe I'll be a teacher/therapist at some school somewhere. A guidance counselor? If I become one, I'd make damn well sure that I provide more help to my students than my guidance counselor gave to me. It's a thought. Also, I received a Valentine's Day card from Callie's mom, which makes Callie's mom the coolest person in the world. I rarely ever get cards, so it makes it extra surprising and special when someone makes the effort to give me one.
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