Perna, thanks for an interesting link! Just last week and right before I had to leave for my session, I was overcome with an obsession to find the picture of me that is the 'me' I see in my 'little girl fantasy' I've talked about with T several times and have mentioned here.

I have been listening to Simon & Garfunkel lately. I love their harmony so much. (I could analyze or over-analyze that and relate it to the harmony of T and I therapy, but.. nah... hehe ) Anyway, one of their songs "The Only Living Boy in New York" has a soft refrain of "here.. i ... am.." and is my favorite part of the song. That was 'playing' in my mind when I became convinced I Had To find this photo to take to her This Session!

I had only about 15 minutes until I had to leave for T. My photos are mostly in boxes willy-nilly and stacked in the closet. I haven't looked at them since in several years. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack and during a panic attack! I dumped box after box on my bed, hurriedly spreading them out looking for that one old black and white. I was getting more frantic when I couldn't find it anywhere--even with the cat 'helping'!! I gave up and was so distressed. I was about to walk out the door, keys in hand when I had to go back and look one more time. There It Was!!

Couldn't WAIT to get to T and tell her about my silly frantic behavior. She said So, you found it? I said, yeah. She said, Did you bring it? I said, yeah. ... ... ... ... Do you want to see it? (as if I hadn't actually wanted to run in and thrust it at her just several minutes ago). So we looked at and talked about the picture a while. I loved doing that with her. "here.. i ... am"