All,

My T cancelled my appointment for this week. I had talked about not being sure about therapy at all, and then, the cancellation ....by T. (Yes, I'm somewhat upset by this development, but I've decided that I need to work at not creating a mini-drama in my head about a single cancellation).

But what DID strike me is that therapy feels like a part-time job to me.

Know what I mean?

Given that I already have a full-time job, this is getting to be a little....MUCH.

No question buried here, just an observation.

I'm exhausted. And frankly, the circumstance that presents itself is one that SD called the GREAT ESCAPE. Tempting, isn't it?