She'd be a good one. Possibly better than some real shrinks.

(Of course, I may be biased, since I just got an email from a friend whose wife is a shrink, and whose son just tried to burn down their house because of his mother's Issues.)

Oh yeah, oh G-d yeah. I think its one part depression and three parts bad habit borne out of depression and some part me just being a weenie.

This goes for me too.

good things this year: moving, and starting school. Makes me feel like I have a space of my own in this world, and that I may have a plan for the future. Maybe. Perhaps. It has calmed down a lot of vague free-floating anxiety. Also, reduced work-related stress, because both these things take my brain out of work a little so it's not my end all be all.

I am enjoying (so far) the mental process of my commute. No, commute isn't fun, but I like getting on the train near work, and then a half hour later I emerge in what feels like a different world. The morning commute gives me more of an opportunity to wake up before getting to work where people want stuff, and stuff.

Time to stop hitting refresh here and in lj so that I can leave for work with enough time to get settled in properly. I hope the Universe is nice to all of my Bitches today.

Timelies, all.

{{{Aimee}}} I'm so glad you got to be with your granddad.

Good things this year: there weren't a lot, but the knowledge that Stephen and I can get through things together is really good. And my new book contract is also good, and a relief.

I am a procrastinater from birth. (I was three weeks late, and delivered via caesarean.) I make lists, which I find help, and I givemyself deadlines -- a week earlier than necessary, I'll note something like "Get Mom's birthday gift" in my datebook. Sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesn't. Crafts are actually dangerous for me, because I procrastinate worse with actual work, so most of the time making Halloween costumes or something "fun" takes precedence as a way to avoid the harder stuff.

Well, it's not Publishable!finished, but it has a beginning, middle, and end that are reasonably connected so, in that sense, yeah.

amych is me, but a lot better. A lot of mine is the (very) late-diagnosed ADD. Which might go better if medically treated, but by the time it was actually confirmed I had time-developed coping mechanisms in place.

I've learned to say no to a lot. And I've learned to be a lot more forgiving with myself. Creating habits and routines to deal with predictable incoming was probably the best coping strategy. If I find myself standing in the middle of the room without a clear purpose, chances are pretty good I've forgotten a step in the routine, and if I back up and retrace I'll pick up what strayed.

I've been called rigid and inflexible, but what doesn't get understood is that if I flex, stuff gets lost. Things, tasks, ideas still get lost, but not as often if I stay on schedule. And I do allow for reshuffling tasks as one demands more time or attention to detail than expected.

It's an ongoing challenge, and I still don't meet it as well as I'd like to, or as well as I think I "should".

My good thing was pinpointing a physical problem and going on medication that has helped! I feel much better and can do more--and feel better still! This was a sensation I thought I'd lost forever.

Hee. I'm working on a scientific paper that referred to baby teeth as "deciduous teeth" and the losing thereof as "exfoliation".

I've never run into this phrasing before, and I find it quite cute.

I'm listening to the Serenity Soundtrack. So lovely.

After the WTC was hit SO many people SOOOOOO many people said, "I was running late to work or I'd have been there."

Procrastination saves lives, people, never forget that.