I have a little secret I’ll share with you: Every morning when I wake up, I look at Wicked Tree and every morning, it is getting a little bit darker. That part isn’t so much a secret as an observation, but my secret is this –I love my mornings with my Wicked Tree.
Today was the actual (latest) DSM-5 training. The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders is not fun light reading by any stretch, and when you are watching a very-well educ
ated woman talking about the changes in the DSM, well, let’s just say it was tough. Parts were very interesting of course, but 6 hours of anything other than sleep is often difficult for me and this was no exception. So, some of us (I won’t say any names, Jen Berry) may have livened up the activity by sending me a link regarding the naked Donald Trump statues which are being placed in New York and San Francisco, so I returned the favor (nightmare??) by sending the nude painting of him. Yes, I’m sure there is a disorder related to this (other than Narcissism) somewhere…
I was also enlightened today in a very punch-to-the-gut manner, because I see myself as extremely empathetic, and yet – despite listening to someone share their raw, gut-wrenching feelings with me, I turned around and…requested something which was SO wrong of me to, which was akin to me ignoring every word this person shared with me and then stomping all over them. Me! I am the person who CREATES connection and meaning (which may not even exist) yet I completely ignored the one which was TOLD TO ME BY THIS PERSON. Sometimes I wonder what the hell is going on with me.
Ethan had his back-to-school-night at school today. It began a little tensely (is that even a word?) when I once again told Ethan he needs to join a club or a group of some sort to become involved, but soon we were meeting teachers and I saw my son in a place where I think he will be ok. Yes, he isn’t a huge fan of academia, but that’s ok. I hope he will soon realize that he is much more capable than he believes.
Just about at the point of stopping this whole Match dot com adventure. I’ve been on about 10 -12 coffee dates, and it is becoming really frustrating with the same old thing: enough small talk to spend an hour, then and head back home, awaiting the next such date. Tonight Brent is giving me advice from Texas on this whole dating scene and a man’s perspective on women. He tells me (as do others) that at 44, it is time to ditch being the tomboy. I’m kinda sad… because I really wanted to (re) order a Mouse Rat shirt.
Pictures: “Cortana – how can this training be more…interesting?”
tribeoftrio.com 