No longer a CTRS.

I got an email the other day saying that "My Certified Therapeutic Recreational Specialist (CTRS) credentials have expired...as a result I can no longer use the title of Certified Therapeutic Recreational Specialist...represent that I am certified...or a qualified provider of Recreational Therapy Services." Wow, relax certification people!

I knew this was going to happen as I didn't pay my renewal fee. I figured there was no point seeing as I am not going to be working for the foreseeable future so why keep paying money for a title that I don't need. Even though I knew it was going to happen, I still find it depressing. It's just another reminder of how much my life is on hold while I wait.

Now I really don't know what to say when people ask me what I do. Not that very many people ask anymore but someone did at pottery last week. I just replied that I am waiting for a lung transplant and that I'm not sure what I 'do' anymore. Without missing a beat, the woman who asked said 'well now you are a potter.' So I guess I'm a potter now! Problem solved.