Therapy Thursday.

One of my favorite things about Richard is that he doesn’t make me carry the conversation all session, every session. Or even let me. He shares observations and insight and asks questions but gives them framework first. He heads me off if I start wandering into territory that I occupy primarily out of habit and not by choice. He brings things full circle when I’m struggling to bridge that few degrees of gap that would close it up and bring something key into focus. I never feel directed or coerced, or like he’s not listening – I feel like he has a really good read on what I need from him from week to week, and also overall, and works with me accordingly. It’s pretty awesome.

The weekend is fast approaching and I feel as though I’m forgetting something I’m supposed to go to or do, but as of right now, my plan is to spend as much time hanging with Joshua and reading as possible, hopefully outside for the majority of our daylight hours. As for tonight, I’ve run errands and cooked and cleaned and done dishes and checked homework, and now I am going to – c’mon, guess. Yep, it is book time for this girl. Happy Thursday, everyone!

I don’t like being one. But here I am. And sometimes, being a grownup means making cheeseburgers and doing dishes and hanging with your sponsor who is moving in two months and you feel a little like what? and then you make more food cuz the boy is still hungry and you make a phone call even though you hate the phone but you love the person whose birthday was yesterday and you don’t wanna just post on their Facebook wall and then you send an email you don’t wanna but know you should and watch a clip of ridiculous video with your teen boy before chastising him for leaving the bath mat on the floor because peeing on it is your cat’s favorite pastime. Then you have an awesome convo about books and text a friend about the job she’s interviewing for tomorrow with the douche you used to work for and you think about getting back to your own book when conversations die down but then you lay down and your non-pee-attacking cat curls up in the small of your back and you realize you haven’t blogged yet today and you wonder what you’re going to talk about and decide maybe there’s not much to say so you should probably go to sleep. Then you think back on all the things you wrote about today and the way you felt every time you blogged or journaled comes back and you think wtf, life; why you gotta be like that?

Yeah, it’s like that.