Therapists should not be allowed to go on vacation. I know my sister who is going to school to be a therapist just read that line and laughed. And I’m kidding…they more than deserve a vacation…and mine rarely takes one…so I’m happy she gets a break…I guess. I just always feel like my therapist being gone sends out some signal to the universe that now’s the time to test me.
Every week my therapist gives me “homework”. This week I decided to proactively give myself homework to make sure I keep my head up. I decided to start a Positivity Journal. Basically a journal full of lists of things to focus on that are positive. So far I have “Things That Make Me Smile”. I have some ideas for other lists as well based on travel, books, writing, music, quotes, hobbies, people, etc. I actually got this idea from a really smutty romance I read…the protagonist’s lists were a little different…lol. In the back of my mind I envision essentially coming up with my own “pixie dust” to help me fly when I feel like I’m being pulled underground. A book that isn’t somebody else’s ideas of what should make me feel better, but my own tried and true methods. And “yes” I know I have bad handwriting…my kids make fun of me for it all the time.
Love, Tennis, and Cancer 