Rupsje nooit goed genoeg is always keeping score. Holding his binder, making notes. And he lifts his finger to let me know it's WRONG and should have been better. He looks down on me too.

It was a both a fun and  contemplative assignment. It was funny to comb my hair back all wet and sticky like a stale old bookkeeper and seeing myself like that. I made the lines in my forehead more clear, but I don't think it did very much.

Stepping into his shoes was eye-opening, to say the least. Thanks for introducing me to this new way of communication with myself. I think I'll add more info after this has all landed with me some more.