I mean, really. I take two days off, spend the other three days catching up on work, and my blogging goes all to hell. Whoda thunkit?
Ms. P turned 33 on Wednesday, and we spent several days celebrating with a trip to the aquarium, a shiny new flute (no, she doesn't know how to play yet, but she was a music major for a while, so I'm confident she'll pick it up), and a huge sushi dinner. Oh, and spending our holiday clothing gift cards. It was really lovely, and I hope that she feels celebrated.
In other news, I'm ... pensive. I realized on Thursday in therapy that, while I was in the high-alert mode necessary during our massive transition and Ms. P's ensuing months-long slow slide into suicidal depression, I wasn't able to really engage my own insides. I couldn't switch back and forth between introspection and responsiveness very well, and it was important that I be able to respond quickly, so I wasn't very in touch with myself. And after it was no longer necessary to respond quickly, I was so burnt out that I had no energy to be introspective. Now, finally, I'm being able to reconnect with myself in a way I've missed. Things are bubbling up, but right now I'm just sitting and eavesdropping on myself.
"eavesdropping on myself"
Yeah, that's what it's like. It is amazing, the strange and unknown stuff that comes out - but familiar and true once heard.
Posted by: udge | February 24, 2006 at 04:44 PM
Trying to do two things at once, late at night, and forgot the important part: Happy birthday to Ms P, and I'm glad to hear that you are both getting back towards balance.
Posted by: udge | February 24, 2006 at 04:46 PM