The theme of the day
I took the dogs for a walk this morning and ran into my therapist, which is always tricky because there is a part of you that wants to just start letting it rip, and then there’s a part that knows you are not “in session” and so best to approach topics gingerly.
There were pelicans swooping around the bayou, and lots of dog walking action, and we skirted the banks catching up about this and that and covering a lot of ground without getting too deep.
In the meantime, it’s has been my armchair therapists who have been carrying me along. I spoke with a good friend in Atlanta last night for a spell to go through each and every major life bullet point, I tried to catch up with another in California the other day but we got waylaid, another from Gentilly stopped by to check in on me and how I am doing, and then I spent the better part of yesterday with neighbors hanging out and watching the Saints lose.
Yes, it’s my friends who sort of spirit away the negative energy and make it easier to face a Monday such as today – a crazy mixed up run around Monday, where there didn’t feel like there was enough time from the second I opened my bleary eyes.
Tomorrow will be different.