I figured I would come back to the Two Truths and a Lie post from last weekend. Mostly to at least reveal which were the truths and which were the lies for those of you who stopped by to read.
1. I always wanted to be a stripper, but never really had the self-confidence to do it.
This one is a truth. I knew some friends who had done it when I was younger and while the sex industry can have a lot of problems, it would all be how you make it. I was never one to get caught up in other people’s drama, so I feel like I might have been okay. But also, I might not have been okay.
2. When I was younger, I wanted to be a lawyer.
This one is a truth as well. When I was in elementary school, I had to write an essay about what I wanted to be when I grew up. Coming from an Asian home, the only options were lawyer or doctor and the thought of looking at blood and people’s insides all the time was out of the question, so LAWYER IT IS! Except that once I graduated high school and took some college courses, I learned that I didn’t really like law at all. It was muddled with crap and bullshit and far too many words than is necessary. The first psychology class I took won me over for life.
3. I have been to 7 countries: U.S. (duh), Korea, England, Mexico, Canada, Wales, and Japan.
This one is a lie. I have been to all of these on the list except for Japan.
4. My absolute favorite thing to do is talk on the phone.
This is a bold-faced lie. Folks who know me know that this is something I absolutely hate doing. I do it because my job and life require it, but if I could eliminate the need to talk on the phone I would. I always feel like text messages and even emails are a kinder way of engaging with another person. It’s less immediate and not so much all-in-your-face. A phone call always feels like someone is jumping in your face screaming for your attention right this second. I hate it.
5. I have 9 tattoos, 2 of which have been covered.
This is the truth. I’ve been under the needle more times than I have tattoos though, because I’m a wuss and can’t handle being drilled for anything more than about 3 hours. So the bigger piece (my left arm) took 3 visits to complete because I simply could not sit there for more than three hours.
If you did a similar post, share it in the comments! I’d love to check them out and see if I can figure out which are the truths versus the lies.
This post is part of the #Blaugust series.
It’s been a whirlwind of a few days. I should have blogged about the last day of my residency, but it was such an emotional roller coaster that I started to feel like I was really thankful for the distraction of having my best friend available for me.
The last day of residency was a half day (or 3 hours long, 4 if you include the closing speech at breakfast). This is where the emcee asked how many of us were going home a different person than when we were all sitting there 5 days earlier. None of us at the table could say we were the same person we were 5 days previously, because we had to borrow 4 chairs from another table and squeeze in so that all of us, including our professor, were able to sit together at a single table.
We found ourselves in our respective classrooms where all of us participated in a pin ceremony. Starting with the person to the right of us, each person shared a word that they wanted the pin owner to remember once we all left Chicago. I held it in for a couple of pins, but lost it one person after me. When one of the ladies (I’ll call her M.R. for ease of keeping track) was being told the words associated with her she lost it. So I lost it. And then we passed the box of tissues around the room because we were never going to get through it without some.
There’s a word to describe types of families: Enmeshed. Enmeshed families are often too close and too involved. This is problematic when doing therapy because it’s hard to help people find where their family members end and they being (thus finding their own identity). We joked that we were enmeshed, but the truth of the matter is that we truly were.
We ended up at the Track 1 closing ceremonies. It was not a surprise that we were the last group to leave the hall. The last group to make the long trek back to our rooms to finish packing (for those leaving the city). Prior to leaving, M.R. came up to me, tears streaming down her face, and told me how much she learned from me and how much she admired me. I told her that I had been in her shoes and I knew how she felt.
But please don’t let the story in your head be the only story of your life. Remember everything we told you today and know that the value of your life is more than the negative things you say to yourself.
We cried. We hugged a couple more times. And I told her that if she ever needed a reminder to just text me.
That advice goes for anyone who ever feels overwhelmed with life. Or self-doubt. Your self-perception may not fit with the one you exude to others… and they may just see the beauty you fail to consider even exists.
This post is part of the #Blaugust series.