Sorting me out

There seems to be one tiny problem with my life: me.

I have mentioned before, that when I know exactly what I want, there is nothing which could stop me. And when I know with certainty what that something special I want to do is. Because saying "I want to write for living" is not as exact that I'd like. That is why I went to see a psychologist, who helps people with their careers.

I spend an hour talking with the psychologist, who was a kind, lovely woman. She made good questions and lots of suggestions. I felt like I had visited a positive family friend, as she was even more surprised than I was that I didn't get a summer job. She was impressed when she saw my CV and especially my attitude.

I'm going to meet the psychologist again next week, so that we can figure out together what special skills and strengths I have what I have not thought that I could bring into the table when I apply a job.

After talking today's meething, I felt like everything was possible. That felt great.