I’m sure you all (and by that I mean Ana since she’s the only one who reads this) are all just waiting breathless to hear how my day was.  I thought about making you wait, but that just seems mean.

H has the best analogies.  I’m SO NOT an analogy person, but I can appreciate a good one, and she has them frequently.  Today when she was talking about re-directing our thoughts and getting them on the right track, she compared it to horses wanting to go back the barn.  That’s our natural direction… we just want to go back to where it’s easy.  But with a horse, you take it in circle so it loses its sense of direction, then straighten it out and go the way you want.  You might have to do this multiple times before it forgets and follows you.

She’s taught me something to try going to sleep… counting backwards from 100.  I complained once and said “it’s so boring!”  “That’s the point, so then you’ll sleep!”  I told her my brain keeps getting distracted… at 30, or 60, or… 96.  :)  “Well then, you need to get back on it!”  “But I get so distracted that I forget.”  “Tonight, you’re going to count backward.  That’s your punishment for getting distracted.”  I tried not to smile.

We had a good talk… I wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought I would be.  Okay, so it’s difficult to put myself out there, but it’s for a good reason.    I almost feel like I’m at my counselor—H even gave me an assignment!  I’m to write down three things to do when I feel down (as in depressed or getting there)… specifics, and do them.  So, I came up with this:

1. read Psalm 61, 71, or 118

2. pray for someone and do something to encourage them (even just e-mail or text)

3. eat and/or have a cup of St. John’s Wort tea if I don’t need to eat.

I’m thinking I might need to add another two or so for times when I’m really down.

Also, schedule.  H didn’t specify anything, although seemed to think 8 was a reasonable time to be up.  Yeah, I guess.  I can try it for a week.  Not setting my alarm tomorrow, though… hope I’ll wake up.  :D

At the end of our talk, H said “let’s pray.  I can pray for us.”  I  just said “um yeah, good,” but in a tone that said “yeah, you’d better because I’m not going to!”  Later I felt guilty about that (we’d JUST talked about authority!  And she mentioned it was an issue for me, yeah…)  and I asked if she can read my tone… she said yes, usually, but she didn’t notice anything amiss.  Whew.  It would suck if I ruined our nice talk—and her helping me—with essentially one word.

Tomorrow: go nowhere.  Yay!