My agnosticism came up early on. My therapist is Jewish and her husband is a rabbi. But interestingly, he's agnostic and no longer heads up a congregation. She believes in God, but I think she's more into the cultural stuff. I will not be seeing her tomorrow because it's a holiday.

Once, when I told her that I didn't really know what I believed, she said something like, "Well, I don't know how you can look at the beautiful order of things and not see God. Of course there's a God." I usually find this line of reasoning tiring, but because it gave me a glimpse into her personality, I overlooked it.

The other day she said we needed a "come to Jesus" moment over something involving my shrink. I found it hilarious.