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Originally Posted by artemis-within
I hear you loud and clear. Which makes me wonder why I just spent the past 30 minutes pacing around my backyard practicing what I want to say to her tomorrow when I see her to pick up the paperwork she has for me. And why I started crying when I practiced asking the question I want to ask her. I hope she can give me a couple minutes to say what I need to say, even though we don't have a session scheduled it's just picking up papers. Suddenly I am irrationally afraid (again) that she's thinking of getting rid of me. Sheesh. So much for my being in charge of my work, right?

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Well, nobody ever said being in charge was easy
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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