ten things tuesday

1) Outside my hotel window is a flag at half-mast. My heart is saddened that something as benign as the Boston Marathon would become a target for hate.

2) I'm sitting in my hotel, after journeying all day to get to Portland, and relaxing before I figure out where to go and what to do next. I just need to eat some Pringles and have a nice glass of water (both of which I packed and I have no idea why I wanted Pringles).

3) I tripped in my hotel room--a face plant and an ankle twist. I was going to get a tattoo tomorrow but my ankle is all sore and ugly looking, so I called to cancel. I feel like such a doofus. But, it's not a serious twist and I didn't break my glasses. Nor did I break my fall, so my arms are all right.

4) This hotel isn't swanky. It's not as nice as I had hoped. But for $50/night I won't complain. Except about the incredibly scratchy toilet paper and tissues. Eww! I miss my Charmin and Puffs.

5) Tomorrow I'm going to the state's biggest yarn shop.

6) I was chased by deer this morning. It all happened so fast, I didn't even think about how to react. I know there were more than four.

7) I'm excited to see John and his play. I hope we get a chance to go out after.

8) Have I whined about not really liking Portland traffic? I'm especially leery about driving at night. It's all one-way or narrow streets and everyone goes fast. There's no opportunity to rubberneck or figure out where I'm going or what I'm doing. And I have to turn the radio off so I can concentrate.

9) My therapist had a celebration for me this morning. Because we are done all the work we can do together. In my head, I say my therapist broke up with me, but that's kind of melodramatic. And I'm not disagreeing with her. I have made leaps and bounds over the past few years. My whole attitude and outlook has shifted and I've grown. It feels weird to think that I am not in therapy anymore. But in four months, we're having a breakfast appointment and we are going to test the waters of continuing our relationship outside the bounds of her practice. She has a mentor guiding her for this, too, because I'm the first client she's had that she wants to continue having a relationship with outside the practice. Which confirms what I've said all along about our fit. We were a good fit. A great team. And if it's weird, we won't continue. But if it's not weird, we'll continue. Much like The Breakfast Club--my old group therapy group that gets together monthly for breakfast. Just without the therapy.

10) I can't decide if I feel up to going out to eat by myself or if I want to order room service. I kind of want to hole up here and just stay in. But that feels like a cop out. But who cares, other than me? And why am I even having this conversation in my head? Believe me, there's more internal monologue going on. Much more.


The Gal Herself said...

Did you go with the room service?

Cristy S said...

I often have full conversations in my head. Sorry you fell and had to cancel your tattoo. That's a bummer. I would love to visit Portland. Have a good rest of the stay.