Big Feelings
The first time I unexpectedly saw dolphins playing wildly in the sea, I cried. I am no stranger to slowing down and appreciating “the little things,” though I have never considered it a professional skill until recently. In a meeting with a counseling mentor, I expressed concerns about starting my practicum with what I’ve previously considered a weakness: sensitivity.
Some might say I have big feelings. I might stop to appreciate the color of the flowers that I pass as I walk to work, or take a picture of an interesting way the sunlight hits a tree to show my daughter later. I convinced my husband to try to buy a too-large, too-old house because my heart felt warm when I saw the picture in the listing. I have big feelings, and I have been afraid that it would break me as I become a counselor.