My last graduate school paper started in stacks on the bed. Orderly piles of articles, handouts, post it notes of flashes of genius (or not) to add to the rough draft.
I find it ironic that the paper I started using to post my additions to was my syllabus for Restorative Yoga.
And then the orderly piles made it to a big fat mess on my dining (read: card) table. It was unholy. (The Mess.)
And that is me.
With my Last Graduate School Paper,
the paper that details all of the fabulous theoretic underpinnings which guide my clinical practice.
A page turner, I'm sure.
One desk reference book to edit.
One presentation on Child PTSD / Proposed Changes for the new DSM / Current EBPs.
Graduation in on 6/16.
I do not think I know where the last 3 years have gone...