The Truth Is…
During my 45 minutes with Dr. Head this week… back up a
moment, 45 minutes really? In 45 minutes
I can only get through like 1.5 stories then I have no time for feedback, ughh.
I really must learn to edit my entraining narratives if I expect to get
anything out of this process. Ya know
what, therapy for dull story tellers must be extremely cost effective. Anyways
back to my appointment. I spent a good chunk of my time unraveling the
specifics regarding my past 12 months of upheaval including my TWO lady cancer
scares and my multiple leg operations. After I rattled off the various emotionally
offending situations I wrapped it all up with, “I guess it was just a bunch of
little things that came together to create this perfect storm.” To which Dr.
Head said, “OR it could be that you experienced a massive amount of VERY big
things that all happened in a short amount of time?” Literally I think I heard a bell ring when she
said it. I felt like - FUCK YEAH, this past 12 months HAS been a total BITCH and of course I am
overwhelmed and falling apart. I may
only give the doctor 30 seconds to get a word in while I reach for a tissue but
when she does that woman is speaking the truth, and the best part is she is
totally on my side.
Mr. Woods and I are staying in touch, as promised, while he
keeps the World Bank afloat overseas (or whatever it is he does). We have a
light email exchange going on and it feels a little like old timey courting. He’s
still sweet with just the right amount of sauce and it’s perfect for what I
need at this moment. I’ll admit that I smile when Mr. Woods’ emails appear in
my inbox and I blush when crafting my replies. Yeah... I'm crushing on Mr. Woods.
During my 45 minutes with Dr. Head this week… back up a
moment, 45 minutes really? In 45 minutes
I can only get through like 1.5 stories then I have no time for feedback, ughh.
I really must learn to edit my entraining narratives if I expect to get
anything out of this process. Ya know
what, therapy for dull story tellers must be extremely cost effective. Anyways
back to my appointment. I spent a good chunk of my time unraveling the
specifics regarding my past 12 months of upheaval including my TWO lady cancer
scares and my multiple leg operations. After I rattled off the various emotionally
offending situations I wrapped it all up with, “I guess it was just a bunch of
little things that came together to create this perfect storm.” To which Dr.
Head said, “OR it could be that you experienced a massive amount of VERY big
things that all happened in a short amount of time?” Literally I think I heard a bell ring when she
said it. I felt like - FUCK YEAH, this past 12 months HAS been a total BITCH and of course I am
overwhelmed and falling apart. I may
only give the doctor 30 seconds to get a word in while I reach for a tissue but
when she does that woman is speaking the truth, and the best part is she is
totally on my side.
Mr. Woods and I are staying in touch, as promised, while he
keeps the World Bank afloat overseas (or whatever it is he does). We have a
light email exchange going on and it feels a little like old timey courting. He’s
still sweet with just the right amount of sauce and it’s perfect for what I
need at this moment. I’ll admit that I smile when Mr. Woods’ emails appear in
my inbox and I blush when crafting my replies. Yeah... I'm crushing on Mr. Woods.
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