AArdvarks

Young people’s group
When The Boss - my boss at the rehab, not Mr. Springsteen - asked me to run a young people’s group, I politely declined. She laughed.
I argued that I was overqualified. This really seemed to amuse her. I tried to argue that I was under-qualified. She agreed without hesitation.
“Good luck,” she said.
I wanted to run a young people’s group almost as much as I wanted to run into traffic. On the other hand, I’d grown accustomed to eating and I had a mortgage to pay. I knew I had to do the right thing.
“Hey Krista,” I said to the evening therapist when she got to work at lunchtime. “The Boss wants you to run a young people’s group in the afternoon. She wants me to sign your notes, and kind of oversee the group, without actually running it.” The Boss had been amused, but Krista was beside herself.
When she finally stopped laughing, Krista said, “you are so predictable! Check your email. The Boss sent everyone a message saying not to let you con them into running the young people’s group!”
I knew running that group was the right thing to do, I just didn’t want to do it. Later, I would be very glad I did.

Today I will try to be grateful when I’m forced to do the right thing.