Why we do what we do

We started over a pot of tea and homemade cake in a community hub café full of new parents, pottering toddlers and sleeping dogs.  Each time we met, ostensibly for a quick afternoon catch up, the café would close around us.

There is a very clear divide in life between before and after becoming a counsellor, at least there was for us.  We met in the before times, working in the same office, sharing a bus route.  Beth was years deep into her counselling training, while I was plodding through my Undergrad.  In Beth’s final year, I promised to write (and possibly submit) her resignation in support of her new path.  I was only half joking.