I'm feel really lucky. T did not try to bring up any of those points that I read to her on Wednesday. She's so great. She knew I still am not ready to talk about them and she didn't force the issue. It feels good to be understood that well. It really really does.

But she had to force the topic of mindfulness because my mind was all over the map. I guess I defaulted again into my diversionary tactics and I had a TON of irrelevant stuff that I told her. I was on fire - telling her about the university extension class I enrolled in, the fight with H, the weekend trip, my time at coffeeshop, and especially my new studies of 'consciousness' based on the readings of a book written by a neuroscientist.

I was having a blast and then finally T said, "Sky, I've brought something for us to do."

I'm thinking, "huh, but I'm on a roll now." But I let her have the floor. Generous of me, I know.