My Year To Thrive

"My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style." ~Maya Angelou


Wear A Race Shirt Tomorrow

To show solidarity as a community following today’s tragic events at the Boston Marathon, runners are wearing race shirts tomorrow.

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A Quick Update On Life

It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.
~C. S. Lewis (BrainyQuotes)

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Miss me?

A lot has been going on for me.  I’m trying to get back to blogging here regularly, so a quick update seems like a good starting point.

I moved in with the boyfriend.  It happened admittedly fast, but a friend asked me to get a place with her & he intervened before he lost me to other commitments.  It’ll be great once his roommate finds another place to live…

I started at the new MHC.  Unfortunately it is an hour from me now.  I was living in the middle of here & there, so it was fine.  Ironically, after I get in at a new MHC, I move to the town where the old one is.

On the subject of my old MHC, my doctor advised me to get their reason for dismissing me in writing, since I never did get any official notification of being removed from the program.  They say it was for missed appointments, but I’m pretty sure that’s bullshit.  I have all my receipts, & can prove I was there, but I have already moved on so it doesn’t matter.  They sucked anyway.  My new place is much better & I get one-on-one therapy instead of just some joke that passes for group therapy.

I haven’t been keeping up with the exercise.  I’ve “played” some tennis, gone for some walks, run a little, but nothing regular or serious.  I have been in the middle of moving & worrying about money, & have felt so unsettled.  It’s been hard to get too interested in working out.  It should be the opposite, but you know how it is.

Apparently I’m OCD.  I knew I had some traits, but never connected my obsessive worrying with the actual disorder.  I’m doing research into the issue, & will write more about it later.  The new psych NP increased my anxiety med &, at my request, upped my antidepressant.

Hope you guys are well!  See you soon 🙂