I don't know exactly where this is going today. I've been on track pretty much throughout the day. I went to see the movie, "Inside Out." It was really good. It's all about emotions, and I found their characterizations fascinating. It was also kind of sad -- but not too sad, so I highly recommend the movie.
Then to Michael's for my next craft project. I'm going to make mushrooms and a lighthouse out of terracotta pots for my flower bed. That's what I'll be working on this evening once the temperature on my deck becomes bearable.
Now I'm at the library working on this website and listening to music. I love working on this website. It's helping me really get in tune with all of the pieces of DBT, so I think it's turning out to be a good thing.
I saw my former psychiatrist while I was here and visited with her for a couple minutes. It was nice to see her. She said she may be back in practice later this year, but it might be in Lewiston. That's okay; I would drive to Lewiston three or four times a year to continue seeing her.
It made me think about my people skills, or lack thereof, and what an effort it took to go up to her and say hi. I feel like psychiatrists and therapists would rather than not see me out in public. I can't imagine anyone wanting to see me out in public, quite honestly, but definitely not them. Yet I was so happy to see her. It makes me sad that I'm so pathetic.
So now to try to get back on track for the evening. I'm headed home to paint my terracotta pots, which should lift my spirits. I love color.
Until tomorrow...
Purple Pizzazz
Then to Michael's for my next craft project. I'm going to make mushrooms and a lighthouse out of terracotta pots for my flower bed. That's what I'll be working on this evening once the temperature on my deck becomes bearable.
Now I'm at the library working on this website and listening to music. I love working on this website. It's helping me really get in tune with all of the pieces of DBT, so I think it's turning out to be a good thing.
I saw my former psychiatrist while I was here and visited with her for a couple minutes. It was nice to see her. She said she may be back in practice later this year, but it might be in Lewiston. That's okay; I would drive to Lewiston three or four times a year to continue seeing her.
It made me think about my people skills, or lack thereof, and what an effort it took to go up to her and say hi. I feel like psychiatrists and therapists would rather than not see me out in public. I can't imagine anyone wanting to see me out in public, quite honestly, but definitely not them. Yet I was so happy to see her. It makes me sad that I'm so pathetic.
So now to try to get back on track for the evening. I'm headed home to paint my terracotta pots, which should lift my spirits. I love color.
Until tomorrow...
Purple Pizzazz