alone, that people care, and that I can take action in my life to move forward
and take care of myself.
just thinking about, and got the instructions for this technique he told me last
time we met.
old co-worker/current friend happens to work there now, so I got a treatment for
free, plus enormous hugs.
an old schoolmate who had just been thinking of me, and wanted to put me in touch with a writer friend of hers.
last Sunday, and she invited me to sit in with her band practice today,
begins to feel less real, and yet, it still colors and informs everything. I am
not oblivious to the fact that I’m blessed
to be even just alive, let alone taking actions that make me happy. I actually
danced in my apartment yesterday. Thanks to the shuffled Pandora music playing on the laptop donated by a school friend of mine, I got to relive some
90s ridiculousness, and bounce around to Blink 182 and R.E.M.
helped that I slept until noon yesterday, despite the gorgeous weather. My body has needed it. Waking up for work,
and not napping in the afternoons as I had been is taking its toll on me, but I
will continue to get stronger.
love, and will soon have access to unlimited free classes – lifted “seat”? Here I
how/when I do them. Sometimes these things aren’t done, because of patterns and
habits of self-denial. But, I’m actively looking at and working on those too. I
have two therapists, and a psychic (ahem, “intuitive”)! It’s not
just about “getting out there.” Anything is easy once or twice, and then
several days of non-stop t.v. It’s about getting to the root of the pattern and
cutting them out, letting them go, recognizing their falsehood while doing the things I do have control over.
friend that, yes, I will go to that reading with him. I can dance in my
apartment, and remember that music and joy do exist in this world. … I can make
the phone call to the Tax Board and ask for help working out this 2010 IRS
business – and I can speak to a woman there who thinks all is perfectly well,
and we can totally sort this out, no problem.
in my pajamas til 4pm; playing dress-up with the dresses a friend recently gifted me to feel feminine again; taking a
long-needed shower and shaving places that the cocoon of cancer made me forget; and laughing with nostalgic delight as Presidents of the United States sing “Peaches” behind a happily shimmying me.