Hm, perhaps my postings over the next little while will be restricted to text only. I wanted to talk about private practice, and perhaps talk a little bit about what I went through in the last 36 hours, and perhaps talk about a broader desire to help other people get involved in private practice - but now that I can't upload my picture I am feeling a little deflated.
It was of Thelma and Louise, flying over a cliff, preferring to face death than capture. That is kind of what entering private practice is like.
I don't mean this in a negative way whatsoever, despite what the last 36 hours was like.
Now that I am here on my slow dial-up connection I don't have motivation. I might read instead. I think that I am just tired. The sun set around an hour ago. The waves are pushing quietly but insistently at the beach outside. All is right with the world.