busy busy busy weekend.
Two birthdays. Coco treadmill. AND my last session with my therapist Jillian, which was this morning (straight from there to a friends’ baby’s first birthday). It was hard and heartfelt to say goodbye. She’s been a huge part of my life the past three years. And now she’s going on to bigger and better things. I’m very excited and happy for her, and I know she is the same for me.
Big things are ahead. It feels so far away and so impossible most of the time, but it’s not. I mean…also, it’s not that I have to do big things in order to validate the work that I’ve been doing on myself. THAT would be an anxiety trap. The work is fulfilling in and of itself. Every measure of peace and confidence that I can find from my time spent in therapy is the entire point of it. Not how “far” I go.
But, still…big things are ahead. I just have to keep going.
The key is in the day-to-day. It always has been. It always will be. The miracles happen in those minutes, hours, days, months and years…ever so slowly. Ever so incrementally. Bit by bit, the magic is assembled.
My writing is not all of who I am. I give it far too much space and credit most of the time. I hold onto it far too tightly. I’m just reminded of that sitting here in bed tonight, thinking about how it was my writing that drove me into therapy…but it’s me as a whole person that’s kept me there. It’s all connected. If I’m doing better personally, everything benefits.
I am tired. If the key is the day-to-day, tomorrow is a dragon for me to slay. So, good night. Sleep well. I’ll see you tomorrow.