This statement is the second essay (along with Personal Statement #1) required for my application to the University of Puget Sound.  This essay is in response to several questions posed on their website and can be up to six pages (making this the longest personal statement that I will submit to any school).  With my submission of this essay I have completed my application to UPS, and I have completed the first of five applications I will submit between now and the end of January.  I’m on my way!

Reasons for Pursuing Occupational Therapy Study at Puget Sound

      I have fallen into every job I have ever had by chance or convenience.  When I was 15 my mother knew I was interested in making my own money, noticed a “for hire” sign at a fast food restaurant, sang my praises to the manager, and my employment history began.  The decade-long career I recently left began when a friend knew I needed to escape a verbally abusive boss and submitted my resume for me at her place of employment.  When I started to really take notice that I wasn’t content with my life and begun the exploration to determine why, it didn’t take too long to realize that none of the seven jobs I had in my 20 years of employment were chosen on purpose and that fact might have some bearing on my lack of gratification.

The “quest for the next” (as I came to know it) began with taking stock of the things they tell you to take stock of when you’re in high school in order to make choices about what work to pursue: what are your skills and what are your interests?

My positive attributes are that I am organized; a natural leader; responsible; calm, cool and collected under pressure; diplomatic; respectful of but not intimidated by authority or sensitive situations; and a quick learner.  I adapt well to new environments, and I am adept at documentation.  These were skills that I had acquired through stints at several jobs, and honed at my recent post as an administrative director at a large, international law firm.  That environment was never short of sensitive situations with prickly and high-strung individuals looking for me to implement a creative solution to their problems with minimal resources.  In addition to finding these solutions on a regular basis, my success in that environment was mainly due to my philosophy that the best communication is honest and straightforward even if the person you are talking to is in a position of authority or is not going to like what you have to say.  My approach did not always garner immediate appreciation, but more often than not the recipient later thanked me for my candor and I could always walk away knowing I had done the right thing.

My position at the law firm put me in charge of certain areas of expertise that were staffed by individuals that in actuality reported directly to branch office managers in multiple states.  Local branch managers were tasked with hiring new staff members guided by job descriptions written my myself, were responsible for day-to-day oversight, and composed annual reviews of these staff members with my input.  Due to the dotted line reporting structure and my lack of involvement in hiring, I would often find myself in the position of having to candidly explain to the local manager why their hire was not acceptable in the position.  These conversations would progress over time from an initial casual note of concern from me, through regular check-ins as I spent many hours attempting to train their staff member into compliance, and finally into a terse conversation about the need to replace the staff member.  Tension was frequently high during these conversations because the local manager would feel defensive about their decision to hire them and that someone several hundred miles away was telling them that their staff member was no longer coachable.  However, despite the frustration and initial animosity of these situations, inevitably the manager would understand that I had in actuality done them a favor by insisting that they move on to a better fit for the position.

My list of interests to consider was about as extensive as my (humble?) list of skills.  I found this long list intimidating because I was anxious to define my new path and I was daunted by the task of narrowing it.  I did know with certainty that I wanted my new career to make me feel as great as I did after a day of volunteering; I wanted to see my new career as a life’s work and not as a paycheck; I wanted to go home most days with a solid definition of how I had improved the world – even just a little bit – that day; and I wanted a career that I wasn’t anxiously awaiting the end of at the age of retirement determined by the Social Security Administration.

I have volunteered for and given money to many organizations in my life.  I have given time and donations to food banks, international relief work, foster kids, homeless families, homeless teens, homeless animals, wounded wildlife, cancer research, budding international entrepreneurs, etc.  My empathetic nature could never decide who was more deserving – people or animals, Americans or those across political borders.  When I made the decision in my heart to leave my corporate career, I volunteered with more of an investigative eye and through the lens of how these types of activities could translate into a full-time pursuit.  I traveled to Nepal for three weeks to try and imagine what a long-term post in a developing nation would feel like; I thought about the types of people I had met that worked in various non-profit arenas; I looked at educational programs related to non-profit management, grant writing and animal welfare.

While I believe the exercise of all of these investigations contributed in some way to my final decision, in the end it was a much more organic and seemingly karmic path that led me to Occupational Therapy.  My volunteer work related to cancer research was my involvement of several years in a fundraising program for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.  The program involved fundraising and training for several months to eventually take a trip to a national park to complete a hike.  I learned about the outdoors while in that program but also so much more that enveloped other areas in my life… how to feel a sense of accomplishment, how to encourage others, how to feel prepared and confident, how to step out of my comfort zone.  When I noticed an ad looking for volunteers to help kids with disabilities enjoy the outdoors I was immediately drawn into an organization called Outdoors for All.  I hoped that the benefits I had personally gleaned from my outdoor endeavors would somehow be even more profound for these kids.

My list of skills never included the word “patience”.  There is in fact a large part of my personality that is decidedly impatient, always anxious and frustrated when things don’t go as I plan or as fast as I want them to go.  Even when I was hiking with my friends to raise money for blood borne cancers I was always impatient with my inability to finish a trail quite as fast as I wanted.  But here I was, biking and kayaking and doing other activities with kids that are by definition a bit slower than the rest of us, and I never once felt that they or I needed to hurry up.  Each moment was gold and I was never anxious to finish anything… there wasn’t really anything to finish when we were out together.  I loved them and I loved myself when I was with them.

My wish for a more fine tuned search for my new work was granted.  It wasn’t long before I began discovering job postings for Occupational Therapists.  I had never heard of Occupational Therapy before, and my initial searches for a definition were a bit frustrating.  “Occupational therapy is as a profession concerned with promoting health and well being through engagement in occupation.”  Huh?  They help people find jobs?  Why are they defining it with repetitive words?  My understanding of the work grew as I found personal accounts of therapists in the field and of people that had benefitted from the practice.  Occupational Therapy doesn’t seem to be hemmed in by strict workplace definitions or job descriptions, but an overriding interest in helping people live fuller and more content lives, lives with greater independence, and a higher quality of life.  When I understood that Occupational Therapists develop specific skills to creatively help people from all walks of life and in a myriad of situations that is when the light bulb went off: I can seek an education in a helping profession and walk away with concrete tools to apply to a diverse list of arenas.

I have interned in two settings in the last six months, each of them quite different from the other: an outpatient pediatric clinic and the inpatient skilled nursing facility.  Both settings treat people with an incredibly wide array of challenges.  I have been amazed at how the professionals in each environment can have the skills to effectively treat children with so many different types of challenges (e.g. autism, cerebral palsy, muscular dystrophy, sensory integration disorder, anxiety disorders, etc.) or adults recovering from a myriad of ailments (e.g. hip replacement surgery, infections, traumatic brain injury, strokes, etc.), juggling so many treatment approaches and goals throughout their day.  In both settings the therapists make progress with their clients by utilizing a foundation of medical knowledge and creatively designing approaches to help their clients learn and relearn how to function in their day-to-day lives.

One of the greatest challenges I have observed in both environments is the effort to discharge a client.  Sometimes discharging a patient from Occupational Therapy activities at the nursing facility is positive (they are headed home!) or discharging a youth from the pediatric clinic is encouraging (they have developed to a typical level!).  On the other hand, sometimes the discharge is a discouraging experience for the therapist and/or the client’s family.  Patients that have plateaued in either setting face unwelcome news – in the case of the nursing facility they may be moving onto a less independent living environment than they would like, and in the case of the pediatric clients the child may have reached their full potential and the parent has to hear that their child will never develop into the same skills as their peers.  Observing the therapists in both settings have these conversations reminds me in some ways of the conversations I would have to have with branch managers in my old profession, but in the case of therapy work I find myself empathetic to the personal sensitivities and hope to learn the skills to navigate these types of conversations effectively and sympathetically as I complete my Master’s degree.

My research into the field of Occupational Therapy and my internship experiences have done little to specifically define my long-term professional goals, but that statement actually excites me!  I have enjoyed both of my internship settings immensely, and other reading about other possible settings for therapy work leave me anxious to try as many as possible.  I hope to explore settings in mental health, in hospitals, and with veterans.  My past experience with software design and implementation has me wondering if I may enjoy developing software solutions for those with disabilities later in my career, and I may also investigate animal-assisted therapy due to my past work with dogs as a volunteer with animal shelters.

I am applying to the University of Puget Sound for two reasons.  One incentive is that I am a born and bred Pacific Northwest girl and I absolutely love this part of the country.  I have traveled a considerable amount around the United States and abroad and feel confident in saying that I am one of the lucky ones to have been born where she is meant to live.  I love many things about this area, including the strong sense of empathy that most in our area display for those in need.  More importantly, I am applying to UPS due to the high praise I have heard from therapy professionals in the area regarding the caliber of graduates from your MOT program.  The praise specifically references your graduates’ clinical effectiveness due to the training received at your on-site clinic and your program’s focus on practical skills.  Even though UPS is not ranked as highly as other local programs according to US News & World Report, local therapists that I respect have encouraged me to pursue an education at UPS over other universities.

If accepted into your program I would likely pursue the policy/advocacy/leadership track.  Just as the great number settings in which I may one day practice excites me, so does the greater idea of those in this profession joining together and fighting for our universal aims of improving the quality of life for all individuals regardless of challenge.  Advocating for greater resources and opportunities for our clients; greater learning opportunities for the families of our clients; and greater support from society at large for our pursuits would seem a natural utilization of my leadership abilities and enthusiasm for this great life’s work!

Thank you for considering me as an entry-level Master’s candidate to your School of Occupational Therapy.

I’m supposed to be writing a personal statement to go along with a graduate school application right now.  (Actually I was supposed to write it a few days ago.)  Instead I’m feeling sorry for myself, thankful for the melancholy music playing in this coffee spot.  (And really thankful this place doesn’t play overly chipper holiday music.)

Today I got dumped by an old friend.  I’ve known him since I was in the 7th grade.  We haven’t known each other consistently over the years… off and on through high school & early college, then reconnected on FB a few years back.

Our reunion coincidentally occurred the same night my first dog died.  We were catching up over a glass of wine and I got the call from the vet telling me about the sudden complications with my dog’s lymphoma and seeking my approval to euthanize her.  I rarely cry in public or in front of other people, but there was no holding it back at that moment.  He was an angel.  I insisted that I should leave, but he insisted with more force that I stay and have another glass of wine.  He played me some Indigo Girls and was there for me while I tried to deal with the anguish.  Between the bonding nature of that evening and some shared experiences & history our refound friendship had a very solid restart.

We made a half-hearted attempt at a romantic relationship, but it crashed very quickly.  He was fresh off of a relationship, and per usual I wasn’t in the right head space either.  We didn’t keep in constant touch, but we actually adhered to the cliché and stayed friends.

I saw him a few weeks ago.  I was house sitting in his neighborhood, and joined him & his buddy for a couple of glasses of wine.  We had a nice visit.  We reminisced a bit, laughed a bunch, listened to some music and had a platonic hug goodbye.  At some point during the evening I told him that he needed to invite me to the next shindig him and his serious, long-term girlfriend threw so that I could meet her.

I made some sort of dorky, innocuous comment on an FB post he made a couple of days ago.  A couple of hours later I noticed that he had removed me from his Friends list.  I wrote him FB email asking if he had meant to remove me.  No response.

Today I sent him a text: “Did I piss you off somehow?”  20 minutes later: “No.  Given our past, I thought it would be simpler for my relationship to make a little distance.  You did nothing wrong.  Please no hard feelings.”

People think that single people are lonely because they don’t have a girl/boyfriend.  That’s not the actual source of the loneliness.  It’s the exclusions.  It’s when your friends get girl/boyfriends and suddenly only organize couple events.  It’s when your friends breed and now only organize kid events and assume you aren’t interested.  It’s when your friends can never meet up because they only leave the house when their significant other is coming too.  It’s when your opposite-sex friends can’t be your friend anymore because they’re worried about how their ball-n-chain is going to feel about it.

I don’t love being an odd wheel at a party, but I’ll do it in order to see friends.  I love kids and when I push & invite myself to the birthday parties I truly enjoy myself.  I don’t understand when someone in a relationship loses every ounce of independence in their life, including taking an occasional evening to connect with an old friend.  And guess what: if you let me and your woman meet, she’d not only honestly get that I’m “just” a friend but she might actually want to be friends with me too.

This is the first of several personal statements I will be submitting to graduate schools in the next couple of weeks.  This one is a statement that I’m submitting via a centralized application service that will distribute this to three of the schools I am applying to (University of Washington, University of Puget Sound, and Boston University).  If you see any errors don’t tell me!

At the age of 34 I finally said “enough”.  I had spent my working life in jobs that didn’t feel right, that didn’t match any definitions I had for myself, that paid the bills but didn’t feed any sense of purpose.  Despite the continual increases in pay and title my life never felt more secure or important.

When I was finally ready to recognize and accept these truths I had the daunting task of choosing a path that fulfilled my lofty new goals of personal achievement and a meaningful contribution to society.  The closest I had come to this combination was when I volunteered.  I knew that I wanted a career in which I would come home most days feeling the same way I felt when I would finish a day of volunteer work (invigorated, challenged, and purposeful) and didn’t cause me to impatiently count the days until retirement.

My history of volunteer work gave me a list of potential areas to pursue.  I was actually more discouraged by the work to narrow down my list to one path as opposed to not knowing where to start!

In the end it was my volunteer work with children and teens with disabilities that drove my attention toward Occupational Therapy.  My volunteer work with these amazing kids brought about positive aspects in my personality that I had rarely seen before.  In addition to feeling invigorated, challenged and purposeful I also felt patient.  Up until my time with these great kids I would never have described myself as patient, but suddenly they were not only making me fall in love with them but I was also finding a new characteristic to love in myself.

I looked at the job postings for these organizations that I had been volunteering at and discovered a job title I had never heard before: Occupational Therapist.  I looked it up on the internet and the definition was not simple.  The path to become an Occupational Therapist was straight forward, but the paths that you could take after being licensed were diverse and plentiful.  Yet despite the potentially overwhelming list of options, the key and universal terms that inspired me the most were “independence” and “quality of life”.

Even though my initial discovery of Occupational Therapy was as a result of my work with children and teens, I have since discovered many potential areas that I would love to apply the therapeutic skills that I have begun to acquire through my recent internships and those that I will acquire more fully in a Master’s program.  To be honest I cannot define my long-term professional goals in any precise manner as there are so many areas that I am anxious to explore and experience over the coming years.

I have spent the last six months volunteering in a multi-disciplinary pediatric clinic, and this experience has sparked an interest in perhaps one day owning my own clinic.  While at this clinic I have learned about the benefits of sound therapy combined with balance, attention and coordination activities, which has sparked an interest in the connections between directed neural activity and physical capability.  Additionally I have volunteered for the last several weeks in a skilled nursing facility shadowing a therapist that helps people recovering from illness or surgery to regain their previous level of independence – either through exercise, adaptive tools, or both.  My previous career involved software testing and implementation, therefore the potential for Occupational Therapists to develop software solutions to support independence and learning is also on the list of applications to investigate.  I have had a lot of experience with dogs in volunteer work and when I owned a pet supply company, and this experience inspires me to learn about animal-assisted therapy.  I am also addicted to travel, and the idea of spending time in developing nations providing therapeutic services would combine two great loves for me.

I am enthusiastic about what the acquisition of a Master’s degree in Occupational Therapy may bring into my life and what it will allow me to bring to the lives of others.  I recognize that this path will be difficult and require a high level of commitment and stamina to achieve.  While I am frustrated that it took me so long to discover this passion and that I spent so many years in careers that did not inspire me, I am thankful that the memory of my “former life” will continue to remind me that hard work combined with great purpose is the equation for a fulfilling life!

I’ve been a bit of a basket case the last few weeks.  Emotionally all over the map, my condo’s been a wreck, my focus is crap, I’ve spent a lot of time sleeping & watching stupid TV & playing stupid computer games.  None of this is the behavior of someone who is thankful for their life, and I shouldn’t be anything but thankful considering the blessings I’ve experienced this year.

I feel my control slipping and the run of great fortune starting to wane.  I believe that when you don’t show thankfulness the universe starts to retract some of its goodness – you must appreciate life in order to receive it in abundance.

So it’s time to snap out of it.  Time to refocus.  Time to remember how great my life is.  Time to regrasp that passion and excitement for the fact that my life is moving in the right direction.

For me this path starts with some small steps and re-learning healthy habits.  Clean the condo.  Re-establish a consistent study routine.  Finish up some 1/2 done projects.  Get a hair cut.  Cook a few meals at home.

I’ve got two months until I watch the calendar tick over to a new year.  I want to watch it proudly with nothing but hope for the next year to be just as great as this one has been.

Within the next few hours I will have finally finished my last Summer quarter class.  I should have been done weeks ago, but I’ve gone right ahead and procrastinated down to the last minute.  I will breathe a sigh of relief when I walk out of that testing center, and try not to think about the fact that I’ll have to deal with research statistics again in a few more months.

The fact that isn’t making me too happy at the moment is the realization that this will be my first class that I won’t 4.0.  I’m guessing I’ll get a 3.8 or 3.9.  Those are grades that most would be more than happy with, and grades that I would have squealed with joy for back in the mid-90s.  And I know I’m being a bit ridiculous in not being satisfied with them now.  So I’ll allow myself a small moment of grief at the loss of my perfect GPA, then remind myself that I’ll still get to move forward with my goals, and that the 2% points I’m missing will soon be forgotten.

I’ve had an entrepreneurial bone in my body for as long as I can remember.

My earliest memory of planning my own business was when I was about 10 and I wrote out all the things I would need to do to start my own gymnastics club.  At that time I didn’t now about business licenses and taxes and employee health insurance, but I knew how many balance beams I would need and which competitions my girls would go to.

In my early 20′s I did a multi-level marketing business.  They get a lot of flack, but the model I was in stressed a lot of reading about self-confidence and communication skills… which I believe directly lead to my ability to pass a lot of people in my corporate career at a relatively young age.

When I started to hit my early mid-life existential crisis at the law firm, my first instinct was to start my own business.  Gretchen’s Fetchin’s was my grown-up endeavor at starting my own thing – home delivery of pet supplies.  I think I could have been successful with it if I had stuck with it… if I had enjoyed it enough to be willing to slog through the paperwork and minutia that new business owners have to do on their own.

One of the surprises coming to me out of my internship experience at the clinic is that I’m feeling that instinct again.  As I sit through shifts not only do I love working with the kids, and seeing their progress, and learning from the therapists about the techniques they employ, etc. – but I also find myself looking at the clinic through the eyes of a business owner.  I’ve been there long enough to have heard what the staff loves about their environment and what frustrates them, I’ve worked a bit in their computer systems, I’ve seen interactions with parents, I’ve heard a bit about their compensation model and insurance company requirements, I’ve seen what seems to get in the way of “productivity”, and I’ve heard them talk about what they wish their clinic had to make their jobs easier.

And I’ve got some idealistic ideas of my own.  Ideas about creating a community of parents through social events, asking the therapists to submit short ideas or articles for sharing to our community via social media, ideas about organization & tracking & documentation, ongoing education opportunities using the more senior members of the staff, being able to sell the specialized tools used in sessions to parents to use at home (they aren’t easily found at Target), creating great partnerships with parents to obtain commitments about continuity of messages to kids at home, etc.  And I’ve got completely unrealistic ideas (I’m sure) about how much money I’d have to offer pro bono sessions or allowances for the therapists to volunteer at other venues, to send them to educational opportunities and conferences, to provide assistants to minimize their administration time and to maximize their client time, etc.

Yes, I realize I am being a bit ridiculous.  I have 3 months experience as an intern at a clinic and my brain is already running wild with what I think I could do.  And I have no idea what’s really good, what’s really bad, what’s realistic, and what’s fantasy in the world of OT.  I haven’t even started grad school for crying out loud!  But it’s a little fun all the same… especially if I can manage to keep my ideas in my head for now and just be quiet & listen & absorb while I’m fortunate enough to be allowed to shadow & observe the real professionals.

I’m done apologizing (to myself) and making excuses (to myself) about my infrequent posting habits.  It just is what it is.

I’m mostly done with Summer quarter.  Two classes are completed and I’m struggling to find the motivation to complete my final course (which is completely online).  I pulled yet more 4.0s in the two classes I finished, and currently I’m just barely pulling out a 4.0 in this lagging one.  But I really need to get the lead out and finish this damn thing because I can’t apply to the Psychology major without it being completed, and if I don’t apply to the program by the last week in September then I won’t be accepted in time to take the classes I need to in Winter Quarter to graduate on time in order to enter grad school on time.  Ack!  Literally everything I’m planning relies on me just writing these two awful papers asap.

First off, WordPress is telling me that one person found my blog by searching for “sarcastic humor” and another person found me by searching for “loneliness humor”.  Sounds about right.

OK, so I’ve swung the pendulum in the completely opposite direction and found myself probably a bit too busy.  I’ve never been too great at moderation.

The time math is 18 hours of class + 30 hours of recommended study time + 11 hours of internship = more than a full-time job.

My social life is pretty sparse lately.  I’m behind on chores and am having to get pretty creative at putting together outfits with the remaining clean clothes in my closet.  And oh yes, I actually bought new underwear last week just because I was out of clean!  The car is ridiculously overdue for a wash, and the birds appear to have all agreed that my car is the target for the season.  I’m about 2 weeks behind my goal of meeting with a financial aid advisor at school, and I have yet to submit a single scholarship application.  Hobbies or exercise or men?  Who has the time?

I’m glad that I had a clue before this quarter even started that expecting a 4.0 again was fallacy.  I still have high expectations for my work effort and performance, but the material is just more challenging.  And as I rise through higher-level classes the profs are less likely to provide extra credit options.  There is no time for beating myself up over less than perfect grades.

Luckily this is a shorter quarter and then I’ll have 6 weeks (mostly) off.  I have a feeling my online course will take me into September to complete, and I’ll still have my internship through the end of September.  I expect I’ll only have one class Fall quarter.  So I just need to hang in there and keep reminding myself that I’d rather be challenged in this life than depressed in my last.  It’s all about perspective at this point.

Spring Quarter GPA: 4.0

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