Well, it is back to the grindstone in Ang's and my offices today. Ali is off to daycare again. She has reconnected with daycare. At first, she said she was bored, but she and her boyfriend Conner have reignited their old flame (sorry MN boys) for each other and all is good at Joanie's now.
I don't mind being back in my office. I designed it myself, so I really like working in its space. Today, I spent most of the day on the computer developing relationships over social media, scheduling calls, sending out emails, and trying to build my coaching business. I coach and consult for other music therapists and non-music therapists alike, and it brings me great joy. I am looking to expand my client base right now due to the fact that I just simply can't jump back into providing direct music therapy too much right now.
At conference, there was an awesome book on medical music therapy in the hospital setting (right up my alley!). I opened it, and hit a page on chemotherapy. It had a gigantic box filled with side effects and complications from chemo. I saw the word MUCOSITIS and I shuddered. Bella's airway swelled shut due to mucositis. I didn't realize just how raw the whole thing still is.
Anyhow, one of the reasons I lead free workshops at conference is to attract young music therapists who are keen on optimizing their learning curve. However, I have begun taking on others in more of a life coach model as well. Again, getting to work with someone to get them in touch with their best self is soooo rewarding. I really need some new clients to help resume some income making, so I am asking God and the universe to SEND THEM IN! :)
New piece of rough hit tonight. I realized I haven't participated in Ali's bedtime routine since we've come home. Why? Her bedroom used to be Bella's as well, and every time I walk in her room, I get overwhelmed. I didn't notice till today. I ran upstairs with ALi to play after her bath, and when we ran into her room, it hit me across the head so hard, the room began to spin on me. I immediately sat down, and hunkered down through the pain, but it was rough. I also felt bad as a dad because I have completely avoided their room, and in doing so, I'm avoiding Ali. That's a drag for her, but I just can't go in that room right now. It is too much for me.
I wish I was as strong as Angelique.
Okay, okay, enough with the pity party. What else... hmmm.... oh yeah, in case you haven't noticed, I changed the name of the blog to Bella's Blessings. It seems more appropriate at this point.
Tomorrow, I meet with UC Irvine Medical Center to strategize about funding for the new year for our fledgling music therapy program there. Please say a prayer that God presents a pathway toward funding the program in the new year as we currently run out of funds Jan. 1.
Okay, sorry this wasn't the most chipper post ever. I am really fatigued and I am struggling to enact yesterday's revelation. Easier said than done!
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