My therapist is on vacation this week. This is the first time since I started seeing her almost 3 years ago, that I will not see her on my birthday. It has been the way that I am able to get myself out of the house on my birthday, as well as reflect over things with her. It was for only an hour, but at least it was an hour outside of the house. So, this year is going to be different. I’m worried. As I stated in my previous post – Living in the Moment – I know that I’ll have a good birthday. However, as my birthday gets closer, I’m thinking a great deal about how it will be more “on my own” sort of speak. That is what is worrying me more than anything.
As we now reach the middle of the week, I realize just how much longer I have to go before I see her again next week. It’s only a week without seeing her, but it feels like an eternity to me. I had a good day, today… a really nice one, actually. But now, as the night drags on (almost 1am here), I’m sitting here thinking about my therapist and how much I miss her. Maybe I just need sleep, I don’t know. But, I know I’m missing her more now than I was earlier in the week. And then, right now I remembered a song that I had told one of my nieces to listen to earlier. I sent her a text right before she went to sleep, and told her to let me know what she thinks about it when she checks it out. It’s a great song by one of my favorite artists, Owl City.
Maybe it’s due to my missing my therapist so much right now, but as I listened to the song again before writing this post, I realized that it is almost a perfect reflection of my therapist. Every week I go to her, and she shoots rainbows through my veins.
Yeah, maybe I do just need sleep…