I took a walk with a friend @ 6:30 A.M. Then I saw my therapist at 9:00. I thought my appt was at 10:00. I showered in record time, and was 7minutes late. And, I didn't beat myself up for being late. I hate late. Progress on my part. I don't even remember apologizing. Wow! It was a good session with laughter, and lots of holding. Again, she let me know, I'm getting 'whole.' I feel it, too. I will miss having her like this when therapy is officially over.

I still didn't get my laundry done. Mañana. My afternoon siesta is almost over, and I'm off to a yummy grown-up dinner, then to a play @ 8:00, with a good friend. I only hope I can stay awake till the end.

I get to go back to therapy on Monday. There is something to be said about having a regular routine. I'm starting to like it. Yes, I like my life, and I'm learning to like me. That's why my therapist kept beaming at me today. She said I've been beaming myself all week - she noticed - lovely.