...this getting done. Right now, with not even a proposal typed up yet, and with confusion about what this will really look like, I’m feeling up shit’s creek.
I have to find something to do starting in the fall after internship that will enable me more time. The clinic I am at now is thoroughly deluding the training experience by almost abusing our roles with a physically-impossible caseload, all because of their organizational chaos and accelerating attrition. Really, it’s lovely. Really.
But it seems my mind wanders, but more worrying, I am not feeling confident in some of the basic pieces/processes of even the proposal. I suppose if I type anything up I’ll receive the necessary feedback, but it’s not like I can just imagine my kids and my wife to fend for themselves while I dart off to do this.
Tense.
