music, therapy, and me

I didn't run any music therapy sessions yesterday because I moved my intern and myself and all my junk into the storage closet. You see, some short-sighted administrators (who have all left under mysterious circumstances now) decided that we didn't need any extra office space in the education area and gave that away to the clinical team and now we need that office space back but every single nook and cranny is full to the brim of stuff, including my room, but since I have three separate storage areas (2 offices and the closet which I only spread things into in January), I was expected to be a "team player" and allow people to be constantly tramping through my music therapy sessions for the "good of the team." Now, I have lived with the "people tramping through" situation for several years, and I HATE IT! I decided to make things fall the way I wanted them to fall. I approached my new principal (not one of the short-sighted) and told him that I knew...

One of the things that I have always struggled with is change. Now, in my brain I know that change is something that will and does happen quite often. I am a big fan of change when I am the one who is initiating it. I am less of a fan when changes are made that affect my job directly but NO ONE TALKS TO ME ABOUT IT UNTIL EVERYBODY KNOWS WHAT IS GOING ON! Anyway, there are tons of changes happening at work right now. One of the changes has directly affected me and my music therapy space, so I stepped up and talked to my new supervisor about my solution to his problem. Here's the deal. In January 2021 (just 5 months ago), I moved most of my music therapy instruments into a closet that had opened up. I was guaranteed by my (at the time) supervisor that there was no need for that space to be used for anything other than music therapy. Okay. I took over the space and filled it to the brim with the piano, the drum set, all of my Orff instruments, and most of my sensory, visual, and novel...