Everything is confirmed – I have an appointment with a new therapist on Tuesday. Seeing a new therapist is like going on a first date. The whole getting to know you part, the nervousness and anxiety, the worry that things won’t work out.
I hate seeing new therapists. It’s like breaking in a new pair of shoes. It can be uncomfortable, and sometimes painful. And it’s a pain in the ass.
But it’s necessary.
I’m on the last episode of Outlander. Every once in awhile something happens that makes me think, “I’ll just watch the first two episodes of the next season.” And then three more things happen that make me say, “nope.” This show just isn’t for me.
I’m finally off tomorrow. This last week has flown by but also seems like it’s taken forever. I’m ready for a day off, even if I have a bunch of stuff to do. It’ll be nice to be able to sleep in a little bit, leisurely go about my morning (yeah, right).
Life is just slowly chugging along. Nothing momentous happening at all. It’s kind of nice.