I am well and truly stuck - For blog material, for words to describe where I'm at - I'm at what we call in Therapy an impasse.
I am enjoying reading your words out there in Blogworld.
I am thinking of Christmas and what I have left to do.
I am contemplating having some time off from therapy and work over the holidays to re-charge my batteries.
My lovely son, Grizz, has broken up with his long-term girlfriend and I worry about them - I do, but I won't interfere... Will she want the rattykins back, when we are so ensconced with them now?
I have no weddings until mid-January.
I need to read some books to catch up on therapy work.
I am contemplating taking the counselling course forward for another year, so I can call myself a Psychotherapist. I have to make that decision in January.
Today is my birthday and I spent it in College, although I met my lovely cousin, David, whom I call "Coz", straight from Shakespeare, for lunch. He was sweet. He always is. Sweet and wonderful and clever and slippery. He likes to be slippery! I think it's a quality I need to cultivate.
Perhaps if I were more slippery I'd not get as stuck as Pooh in the wooky-hole, or honey-tree, whatever it is he gets stuck in?!
A bientot, mes bloggy reves...
Soon, with better stuff, greater inspiration and less stuckiness!
