I was wanting to go to a local unitarian church, but, for the third week in a row totally chickened out. The really sad thing is that I want to go, but just can't seem to do it.

I'm going to have to find a way around myself to get this done I think. When I say zig, I'm also good at zagging.

I'm still a little freaked over the personality testing thing. I know that I won't find out anything new about myself. I'm totally okay with that. Who knows? Maybe I'll find out I'm okay.

That happened to me once when I had an abdominal ultrasound. Most of my life I was convinced I was rather rotten on the inside. However, the ultrasound tech let me watch the acquisition of the images. I watched the blood flow in and out of my organs. I wasn't rotten at all. My body was working beautifully.

I was frightened about the ultrasound too, but it turned out to be a good thing for me.

The thing that most frightens me about these tests is what my therapist will learn and what he will do that information. I really need for this to be handled in a positive way. I do see the potential for some upset here, if not outright trauma here.

I also see a potential for a whole lot of good.