I am about six weeks away from receiving my master’s in social work. I’ve just accepted my first “real” job at a place that I’ve interned for the past eight months. I was handed a cell phone, three new cases, and was even shown a mock business card reading MY NAME, MSW. It was a satisfying moment. Although some degree of anxiety is settling in, I feel thrilled and blessed to continue my work as a family therapist for this agency. For one of the first times in my life, it seems that I just fit right where I am... With graduation and a paycheck on the horizon, there’s no doubt that my passion and excitement for my work is seeping out. Perhaps that is why I feel such an urge to write about it.
Nonetheless, I also feel overwhelmed. I think I always will. I’m not yet at the stage where I feel like I can trust my instincts as a therapist, although today I was officially given the permission to do so, and that was nice. So, I’m going to use this place as a venue to debrief my experiences as well as explore my growth as both a social worker and a clinician.
I don’t really expect anyone to consistently read what I write, but welcome to my musings.
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