The sun shined through the blinds. Her dark hair caught the sunlight with golds and light browns. She sat on the couch as the therapist watched her speak. Words emerged but little content was actually spoken. He had asked where she sees herself in ten years. She spoke of wanting to be a Clinical Psychologist. The therapist asked if she understood what was necessary to become one. She spoke for several minutes but really didn’t show she understood the great work and dedication necessary.
The therapist began to explain the process of earning degrees and the work needed to achieve the level of Psychologist. The woman sat there wide-eyed. “Well, that’s too much work for me!” she exclaimed. Maybe I can work as a Nurse’s Aide. The more she described her goals, the more the therapist began to understand that this woman did not want to do any actual work toward a career, but wanted to have all the benefits of one.
He sat in his leather office chair thinking, do I continue to attempt reason with her to try to get her to understand that hard work and dedication was necessary. Or do I blatantly explain to her the same in one hard-hitting sentence that would probably anger her? The therapist chose the latter. The woman blinked a couple of times then opened her mouth the quickly shut it. Her brown eyes were cold. Her lips pursed as she stood up. The therapist did the same. “Well, I guess I will just continue dancing at the Gentlemen’s Club.” She said as she opened the door and left.
Sadly, the therapist realized this was the last session with her.
The Journey of a thousand miles 