This blog makes me happy. Every bit of it.
Since a couple of months, we talk about this every day and I’m still not bored. Good score for a manic person. In fact, I’m quite busy with it and I can tell you my partner in crime is too.
Thinking of new blogposts, making photo’s, writing, behind the scenes css-ing, rewriting, following Google Analystics, discussing on what’s app, laughing our asses off and so on. Who says blogging is something you fix in a minute with your eyes closed can stand up now. To get a smack in the face, because I disagree.
But besides a blogger (damn cool!) I’m also a psychologist. I recently finished a post academic degree to get a certain registration that is needed here in the Netherlands, so I can work totally independent and see my own patients.
And I really like to be self-reliant. I don’t like people telling me what to do or not. I hate following just for following. I do whatever I want. But you already knew that. Unfortunately the independent woman thing has a downside too.
Now that I’m more and more ready to get back to work again after being home for 4,5 months, I’m starting to think like a therapist again. I’m planning on starting my own business with a friend. We brainstorm a lot and I’m very excited about this new manic episode. But it also makes me a little nervous. Not because I think I can’t handle it, on the contrary. No, it’s this blog.
This blog is me, with all it’s ups and it’s downs. But this me is not the me that a patient gets, or even wants to see when they come to me for help. The thought of this makes me think twice before I post. And to be honest, I don’t really like that (insert Destiny’s Child singing Independent Women), but I just can’t risk a patient coming into my office saying “ Hi there, I saw your full screen butt dancing on the table in gold skinnies” (yeah, I saved you from that sight).
So there goes a little piece of the rebellious me, because I really love this new blogger status, but I also really love my job. I think, and hope, balance is the magic word here, because I don’t feel like giving up on whatever makes me happy.
And maybe you’re not that interested in depressive half naked wine selfies anyway.