You guys have made me smile, trying to cheer me up
. Yep, I know logically that I'm valuable, lucky, etc. And the kind of spread my man will make for the Super Bowl would make any girl swoon. I am having a go at honestly stating my feelings--trying not to put judgement on them. It's a new place for me. Sometimes I dramatize it, to see if that feels authentic. Then, I understate it, oh, yes . . .that feels familiar. I rationalize it and make sure that no one unduly takes the blame . . .and of course, like any good theological student would do, look up the meaning, interpretation, origin, and significance of said feeling, all doing that while trying very hard not to FEEL. To look at it directly, that's pretty damn hard. It's easier to just change churches, change jobs, adopt a new labor intensive hobby, rescue one more dithering conference. It's actually easier to write on this blog, than to do my therapy homework, which is to journal about the losses in my life, disenfranchised grief, feeling invisible, feeling faceless, and obviously, feeling sadness. Wish me luck. The doctor says it works, and that's all I have to go on for now.