I went to my first counseling session today. How absolutely terrifying. It must have been obvious, because my counselor said I looked uncomfortable. LOL. Very.
But it was good.
There is a beautiful cashier in Wall's Sam's Place. She calls me mija. I know I'm not the only one, that she calls everyone that, but I feel incredibly honored nonetheless. I wish I knew her name. I suppose I could ask, but that would be weird. It's weird enough that I'm writing about her in a blog.
I absolutely love it when people refer to non-blood relations as family members. When people call each other cousin, sister, daughter, etc...
In Spanish, hija means daughter. Mija means my daughter.
Tracey, I did not know that (mija).
ReplyDeleteThat's actually really cool.
If you don't mind me asking, who is your counselor?
I was really terrified when I went to my first one too...but Erin, my counselor, was very supportive, and as it turned out, I actually knew her from some events we had participated in together.
I think so, too. :) I came across "mija" from several different stories... I've never heard it in real life until now.
ReplyDeleteI don't mind at all. I'm not sure, but we may have the same counselor. Her name is Erin, but I'm not clear on her last name. The first day I spoke to Erin Snyder, but my actual counselor is the other Erin.
So it got better? Right now I'm really dreading it. When I think about it (the whole issue in general), I feel so tired from thinking about it that I just want to forget about it and totally ignore it. Erin was really nice, but I can't help but still feel really apprehensive about it, too.
I really appreciate the comment, Great Laura. <3