Really crappy day at work. Had at least 2 experiences of having my work denigrated by my boss and co-workers. Not terribly body-affirming experience with a client tonight. And now I'm home feeling a bit sick to my stomach at the idea of my appointment tomorrow and the idea that the problem of my insurance not being active might mean that I won't have my appointment.
The thing that sucks about all this is that I feel like everything I'm doing is wrong (well, except for the therapy...somehow, I can keep my focus there. I'm not sure why that works.). Everything feels so big.
I did have my first poetry-like thoughts pop into my head in months...they are a bit depressing, but still here we go: Sometimes I feel like a bird, living on the crumbs of other people's lives. Othertimes, I feel like Hansel and Gretel, when they realize that the bird has eaten their crumbs.
The one thing that, however briefly, brightened my day? The song "You're the One That I Want" from Greece. I used to just belt out those songs...
Okay, there were 2 things to brighten my day...to see Flash wandering about blogland again is stellar.