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So. . . I let myself get into a foul mood yesterday & abandoned the thought of even trying to find & share my thankfuls for the week. . . But, while what upset me is still lingering, I am able to at least set it aside enough to share today. Afterall, this IS a therapeutic task; is it not?
This being the first TToT of the new year, it is fitting to share that New Year’s Eve was celebrated with the handsome husband, who did not have to work! Whoo hoo! (Thankful #1) It was the first holiday in quite sometime that he actually had off! (Nevermind that there won’t be another for quite some time either. . . But, whatevs for now.) We intended to spend the evening quietly at home, but about 9pm, he asked me to put on my shoes & we went down the road to a local sports bar for a few drinks & an appetizer. It was nice to be out for a bit, practically cuddling in a booth, people watching & sipping our beverages. (Thankful #2) He has a knack for sometimes knowing exactly what to do to cheer me up — even if it is temporary. (Thankful #3) We left the bar about 10:30pm when the DJ started up & fake smoke began filling the room. I guess it’s a sign that we’re aging when that’s what drives us away, eh? Oh well. I don’t mind aging as long as it along side the handsome husband. . . I will follow him damn near anywhere — & thankfully, it actually appears he’d do the same for me if I asked it. (Thankful #4)
We didn’t really celebrate Christmas, but we got a few gift cards in the mail from the in-laws, which was quite nice. We used one of them to purchase a new pot & pan set (which I am thoroughly enjoying since we were in need of new ones pretty badly – Thankful #5) & a new water pick (which I am still trying to get the hang of using effectively — you know, without spraying water all over the bathroom & myself –Thankful #6). Both of those items were on my 101 in 1001 list — so that tells you the significance that some material possessions can have once in a while. . .
On an only slightly similar note, I have a few appointments coming up this next week — one of which happens to be my first appointment with a psychologist. I am still inclined to think it very well may be a waste of time, but I am anxious to “get it over with” & find out what is to come of it, if anything. I am relieved that “the ball is rolling” in that regard (Thankful #7) & that the idea of that seems to be giving a few of the people who care about me at least a little extra bit of a peace of mind (Thankful #8). Even if there is not much else good to come of it, I suppose that is worth it enough to give it a try. . .
Among other things on my mind lately is travel. We didn’t have Little RJ down for Christmas for several reasons, but the one that topped the list wound up being that we didn’t plan properly (financially) to have him down again so quickly after his Thanksgiving visit. SO, we now have a rough plan to be able, within the next month or so, to purchase his plane tickets for a visit during his spring break from school, which should be roughly the first week of April. (Thankful #9) It might still be another three months away, but it is good to have something specific to look forward to. . . It is a necessity for my mental health, really.
I have days when I am totally fine, then some seemingly small thing really isn’t so small to me & it sets me off — makes the tears flow & the gloom come over me. I’d imagine, if I were on the outside looking in, it would appear that it was really for no reason at all — or, at best, that it is an over-reaction for the situation at hand. Perhaps that is an accurate assessment; perhaps not. What I do know is that the handsome husband tries to take it in stride; he really does. (Thankful #10) He might not always get it right, but I can still see the restraint in his eyes when I am being difficult & the doubt in his eyes in the after-math, seeming to wonder if there’s something else he can do. That does count for a lot. . .