Who am I? - Part IV

Musings in the middle of the night... I have to finish packing, but...

I wonder if all "warriors" share the same kind of poetic soul? And I wonder if all "warriors" must endure the same kinds of encounters with fear and people and "otherness" while seeking their own self?

At counselling tonight, it came out that I don't think I really need to be dx'd with ADD (except for the accommodations I might be able to get with an official dx, but I'm going to try talking to the profs when I go back to school). She asked me how it feels to not need the diagnosis to be official, and I said that it's kind of scary. She asked why. (Why do counsellors always do that, by the way? It's really annoying sometimes!) I forget just what I said, which is too bad, because it was a most excellent turn of phrase.

Anyway, we got into talking then about how it's actually okay to be scared about what's happening right now. I always thought I knew myself really well. She pointed out that I did know myself quite well, at that level. Now I'm getting to know myself on a new level, and that's scary, but good. After a while I'll add another level.

I've decided to do the upcoming Women & Self-Esteem group. It's a once a week meeting, on Wednesday nights, and I won't have 1:1 sessions while I'm going to the group - 12 weeks. I was waffling on it, but part of that Flashpoints book I'm reading challenged me to go ahead and do the group anyway. So I am.

I told her about my name, too, but not the God-name bit. We talked a bit about how it's challenging to be God's Flourishing Graceful Warrior.

I wonder how much I've changed, really. And how much of that change will stay on me while I'm in Thunder Bay. And how much of that change is clear to people who've known me for a long time...