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{{Aimee}}

Much, much healthma for your grandfather, Aimee.

Anne, I was going to call you and found I don't have your telephone number. Interested in hooking a girl up?

and we love you to bits, vw, and always will.

Yay for Nora and Tom housing. I have to go back and see the Isaac pictures. I missed something in my catch-up.

Isaac pics are in Press, Deena.

I'm doing laundry. And wearing my tiara. I'm going to pout when I have to go to bed and take it off.

That tiara looks fabulous on you, Sail.

Somehow I had two b.org windows open, and one said everything was read up and the other said I was behind in all threads, and somehow between the two I missed a lot.

You look gorgeous in your tiara and it's pretty too. I like that style.

Isaac is adorable. Frannie is a beauty and so grown up looking!

beams

I'm a might partial to it. My hair is just barely long enough to put up and fluff a little to show off the tiara. I'm worried if I cut my hair short again, the tiara won't have the same effect. But then, new tiara, right? I love that word, can you tell?

ION, my daughter's cat set my laptop to hibernate while I was down in the laundry room. That's a scary cat.

Maybe the fact that I forgot to mention this is just further illustration of how right it is:

Yesterday was my last therapy appointment. (And prior to yesterday, my most recent appt. was 2 months ago -- we had decided to space them out really widely b/c I seemed to actually be dealing with things like a more-or-less normal human.)

I'm done with therapy. And I can tell a difference between current!Teppy and craxy!pre-therapy!Teppy of 2 years ago. In a big way. I'm not fixed, by any means, and I'm still mad as a hatter, but I never intended for that particular craxiness to be "fixed," as I don't think it can be, and, in truth, I believe that it doesn't need to be.

But what's different now is how much more my sense of security is rooted in *me,* versus trying to get it from other people/my job/money/anything outside me. Because when I tried to get security from any source outside of me, I had no boundaries to speak of; it was so all-consumingly important to me to get that security that I would do anything if I thought it would help me in that pursuit. I'd change my beliefs to please people; I wouldn't speak up and call bullshit when bullshit arose; I'd do everything within my power to try to get people to love me, even if that meant doing things that were contrary to my own nature.

Security is still of paramount importance to me, make no mistake. And that's an issue we covered in therapy -- the whys and wherefores of my need for security -- but now I have a much better sense of....*trust* in myself, I suppose. Trust that *I* know what I need better than anyone else does, and that I'm able to meet those needs myself.

Don't get me wrong; I'm still fucked-up. I swing back to seeking security from other people all the damn time. But the difference now is that I recognize it, and I can halt it, and then figure out how *I* can meet my needs.

It's kinda cool.

Way more than kinda, Tep. That's really wonderful.

Teppy, that is very, very cool. Congratulations!

Tep that's fantastic!!!!