Okay, okay, a little play on a previous post but.......

Yesterday we were talking bout feeling safe and how, when i fall apart, I can take myself to a safe place. We talked about different places i could take myself the first and favorite of mine is T's chair....yes he knows how I feel about the chair, I feel so safe when I am sitting in it.

So, this morning I was driving my son into town and feeling a little anxious. I had this fantasy of sitting and driving in T's comfy chair. Of course that would mean major reconstruction of my car as I don't think this big leather armchair would fit in my little Hyundai. I got hung up on the fantasy when I couldn't figure out how the seatbelt would be attached. Then I wouldn't be safe again.

Hmmm, what's next? Going to furniture stores to sit in leather chairs?

Oh My God, How neurotic have I become?............Yes, I need to use humor to make it all okay.