November 2, 2011. Last night I went to see my old therapist, Mike Eigen, and to tell him what has been going on in my life It's kind of like a check-up, a tune-up - a quick "this is where I am and what's happening" and it feels so good to see him.
Life feels so much better than it did two years ago. I have to get a biopsy on my breast soon which I am not looking forward to. Work remains an exercise in problem solving. I haven't met the love of my life. I'm still lonely some days. Lucy, my beloved beagle, is sixteen and a half, and though she runs down our hallway like a greyhound, she is constantly getting urinary tract infections.
I worry about our country, the next election, the world, the mess it's all in. I feel uplifted by Occupy Wall Street and the change in conversation we seem to be having.
I am grateful. I like the people I work with. I like that I have time each morning to write. I am hopeful that my play will have a life, but if it doesn't, that's okay too. I'm grateful that I got to see my daughter last month in beautiful San Francisco and spend some time with her and her friends. I'm grateful that I am going to Miami next weekend with my Mama Gena friends. I walked through Central Park late yesterday afternoon and the leaves haven't barely begun to change.
Just when I feel like I've turned a corner, another one presents itself. I like the metaphor of riding the waves. Sometimes they are perfect and challenging, thrilling to ride. And sometimes I wipe out. Right now, it feels like the waves are fine. It's a beautiful autumn day and I am just so grateful for so many good things in my life and for the opportunity to be of service.