A day can’t be bad that starts with telling stories about all of your vehicle and car calamaties over the past 30 years and finding a common place in the fact that everyone has such stories.
And it gets even better when you have a weekly scheduled lunch with your friend and therapist. Our lunches, while always too short, leave me with an energy I cannot explain. I feel completely accepted, completely trusted and I never second guess myself later, wondering if I offended, if I talked too much or if I just said the wrong thing. It’s a safe space and place with her, for which I will be eternally grateful. And whenever she says, “I get that. I know what you mean” I am instantly at ease. She gets it, she gets me. And I get her.
