Monday, Monday

Monday morning again, and back at work. It's so weird how when you go out of town, even for the weekend, when you get back you feel so discombobulated. The trip to Columbus was decent, though there was - as expected - a fair amount of familial drama. It was good to see my grandparents, though. Neither of them are doing fabulously due to their health, and they're both looking at surgery in the very near future. Say a little prayer for them if you think of it.

My spirits are high today, even though I'm discombobulated. I listened to some uplifting music this morning, thanks to someone who understands, and that is running through my head and keeping my focus on the right things. I have another appointment with the counselor tonight, and I'm a little nervous about that, just because last time we talked about some things that hurt and that I hadn't expected to talk about again and it left me kinda shell-shocked for a little while afterwards. Lots of tears are shed during these sessions, but they're cathartic and cleansing tears. Hard to explain, but it's a good thing. Nonetheless, I'm nervous. I have to wonder what direction our conversation will go in tonight.