music, therapy, and me

Well, as of right now, I haven't been excused from the curriculum training that has nothing to do with me or my job. So I am gearing up for yet another wasted day. I had to take my medication 2.5 hours late, and now I am coming out of the side effects. I am trying to figure out if I can make it to work in the dark without issues or if I need to take some of my precious time off this morning.  I am planning on bringing my songwriting kit to the training so I can at least get something useful done today. As I am sure you can tell, I am not a fan of these types of trainings. I am not able to use the curriculum that is being presented, so going to three days of training on how to run reports and assessments and to use the curriculum is just not useful for me. In addition, I have to take additional training for my professional development that is not offered by my job, so that means that I have to use extra time for ethics training and music therapy-specific courses that I could accompl...

Just so you know, this isn't a happy, peppy, rah-rah type of music therapy post. I am going through some rough times at my job. If you are looking for a glimpse into the reality of being a music therapist, please read on. If you only want to hear happy things about this profession, then PLEASE skip this post entirely! Yesterday was another rough day with my clients. This is the current theme to what I write about because every day seems to be a repetition of the bad day that came before it. On days like today, when I am dreading going to my particular work place, I have to remind myself of several things. First, this, too, shall pass. Second, it is not personal. Third, I choose, every day, to work with persons with these particular challenges.  Fourth, it is work that I am very good at. I have to remind myself of these things on a regular basis these days because of the rough situations happening in every class session that is going on right now. I had three people st...