First session with EMDR therapist went well and we start EMDR next week
Figuring out what triggered the PTSD (this time)
Pic of Mr. Yes and I from the Tahoe/Truckee climbing trip. We’ve got our arms around each other and I’m leaning my head against his chest. Our expressions are interesting. We’re both obviously tired, but we look like partners, united in some way that I can’t quite describe. He looks protective and I look vulnerable. I keep looking at it.
Thai food tonight!
30 day program I’m doing with a bunch of other Cosmic Cowgirls. We all list our five actions for the next day that will bring us closer to our focus desire. We visualize it in juicy detail. My focus desire is: I respond to unsettling emotions with curiosity and kindness. I’m seeing differences in myself already.
Making a nutritious dinner of fried savory tofu & hummus on multigrain bread. YUM!
I joined a gym. Still need a bag, tshirts, bras, and towels, but it’s a start! I also scheduled three training sessions.
I fought the ants and I won.
164 consecutive days of poeming. That brings me to about 170 poems. Ridiculous.
Start mentorship again on the 20th.
Lattes for lunch (and almonds)
3 more hours until the weekend
Air conditioning
Sleeping better since I switched to decaf. Don’t notice any other changes.
::sparing y’all a long litany of how dreamy, sexy, loving, good a man Mr. Yes is::
Set up my account and made my first car payment
A Martha Beck exercise from The Joy Diet that had me list what I hate about someone and then see how I could use some of those characteristics to move me closer to my dream life. At the beginning, I said, out loud, “Oh, come on! F! you, Martha!” but by the end, I had learned something important.
Two nights with Mr. Yes this weekend
3yo Little Yes saying, as he was being excused from the table, “I don’t like the service!” I just about fell off my chair laughing.
I was skeptical, but using only conditioner on my hair works.
Sending a thank-you to my parents for creating such a safe, fun, blissful camping experience for us every year.
Yep. The car. Still. It’s going to cost me less than I budgeted for gas, which is good, ‘cause EMDR doesn’t come cheap.
Green eyes. I like ‘em. I got ‘em.
