Today was a good day. Work was satisfying and I was so busy that I ran out of time, which was a nice change.
Two weekends ago we went to the wine country. We started in Calistoga and ended in Napa. The landscape was my favorite part. Seeing the Hawk was the highlight of my day.
I can tell I’m still trying to get back into my groove. Tomorrow is the last day of my accounting class and I am glad that it’s over—almost over. I don’t think I’ll be taking any more accounting classes ever.
I finished reading Love’s Executioner & Other Tales of Psychotherapy by Irving Yalom, M.D. I’ve read several of his books, both fiction and nonfiction. This one was in my bookshelves for years, and I had started and stopped it on many occasions. Just a couple of weeks ago, I pulled it out from the bottom shelf, started reading, and finished a few days ago. I’ve always appreciated Yalom’s writing style, his ability to write a good story and draw the reader in. I feel like he allows us to see into the world of a psychotherapist, to really see what goes on behind the scenes. He’s honest and revealing of the process. At times I felt bad for the clients he was speaking of because of how he viewed some of them, but he kept it true and they read each of their stories before he published the book and they gave him their blessings.
A long time ago because I was so impressed with Yalom from what I read of his work, I wanted him to be my psychotherapist. I emailed him and to my surprise he actually took the time to reply that he did not have time in his schedule for new clients and he referred me to two other psychotherapists. I didn’t follow through, but I’ve always remembered that. He could have ignored my email. I wouldn’t have known. He didn’t though. He took the time to acknowledge me and that only made me respect him that much more. Life is funny like that.
I started reading Flash Fiction Forward: 80 Very Short Stories, edited by James Thomas & Robert Shapard. I had also checked out another very short collection of stories that were longer than in this compilation. I found these much shorter ones in Flash Fiction Forward to be much tighter and more interesting. I felt bad because part of it was the others, though still short, were too long for what I was expecting.
Here’s the first story from Flash Fiction Forward:
I thought it was a unique take on the situation, and in this small amount of space, I felt like I was there. I look forward to reading more of these flash fiction stories by other authors.