I should be asleep, except I'm lying awake trying to determine how exactly I would combine my clinical interests with policy work and research in this program. I want to go ahead with a PhD after, and then another masters in another field of interest. Too many desires, too little time.

One.

Heels. As a woman of 5'4, if you want to be taken seriously, wear heels. I've gone from 2.5 inches to 3 inches and it makes a difference. You walk with your chin up and share the height space with most others.

You also  can't dress like a bum  in heels, so you have do dress up a little bit. Being dressed up professionally gets you taken seriously.

Two.

For someone who will probably never being extremely hard on self, it's quite a realization to know that ones perception of self, and how you carry yourself, speaks way more than ones accomplishments. Accomplishments are only important in that narrow time range when they are being tested. For the rest of the time, you must be seen as deserving of success to be successful.

I have my practicum "interview" coming up. And I just spoke with my supervisor to be. I liked her. I'm uncomfortably excited and nervous for this opportunity. I'll be doing real treatment therapy in a few months time.

She asked me if I know my Myers-Briggs. Even though that isn't really scientific, I know I will like her and have a good experience.

Ok. Deep breaths.

Yaar ko hum ne ja-baja dekha

Can't make up my mind about Abida Parveen (because of the costs). This may be once in a lifetime opportunity.