Everybody needs a little help sometimes.

I like this one!

Thanks guys.

I really struggle with the braggy issue. There is such a fine line between getting the word out and self-promotion as a bad thing. By that, I mean, at the expense of others or to the exclusion of ethics.

The truth is, I love what I do so much that I want to reach as many people as I can. It's not about money, though making a living is not a bad thing. Nor is it about thinking that people have 'problems' that only I can solve. I just know that the people I have worked with become more fully themselves in a great way. Not better, just more.

Lawyers and doctors, psychiatrists and insurance salespeople surely get a hard time for what they do, but I've never heard one apologize for doing it. Sometimes I feel like it's expected that I should.

Even folks who don't believe in therapy or coaching must know that not everyone can see outside their circumstance far enough to find new ideas.

That is all I offer!

or "Bonny helps you find the/your answers"?

I met my new shrink type person today. Who I'd actually met before, her name is Diane. I'll just call her that because it's easy. Diane is nice, Diane is not jumping to any type of diagnosis. She actually listened to me and asked me questions and I felt like there was a dialoug and I felt safe. So that's good. She takes a holistic approach to things so next visit in 3 weeks she's going to do a quick physical (I need to have my last blood work fowarded to her) and we're going to do more intake stuff. She said she has some ideas that not just tie in with the mental illness/mood stuff but also the Interstital Cystitis

Therapy was rough too. I really wish I didn't have to go to work tomorrow becuase I could use the day to recover from everything.

Reassuring, I guess, but it was still the last night I spent on the moor.

I can't decide which notion delights me more - witches rejecting you as impure or two old ladies sneaking out on to the moor in the dead of night to screw with backpackers.

I have no doubt, actually, that it was witchy weirdness - I just have a new idea of what to do with myself when I'm an old lady.

I knew when a cousin of mine died, I walked in from class, saw a plane burning on the television and said "that's my cousin's plane" and then walked into my room. I didn't actually get upset, it was just a fact I announced.

He was military, flew all the time. And even if I did subconsciously notice the text on the screen (doubtful as it was across the room and tiny), it wasn't where I thought him to be at the time (he'd relocated since his wife's last letter). My roommates saw me do it. Ten minutes later the phone rang and it was my mom saying she was coming to get me because he'd been killed.

I hope things work out with Diane, askye.

That means soliciting clicks for votes.

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My cousin posted a link today on 22 words you're probably saying wrong that seemed relevant. [link]

I can't think of any ghost-type experiences I've had. And, considering that my apartment used to be a doctor's office in the late 1800s, there's a pretty good chance that multiple people have died here. Never noticed anything out of the ordinary, other than that it's freezing, but that can be explain by lack of insulation. (Speaking of which, I'm hungry, but it's too cold to get out from under the electric blanket to get food.)

I just got back from the kick-off event for the City Paper voting. I took a 20-something friend who was willing to chat to people and hand out business cards.

OMG. It was SO MUCH FUN! I wish it had not been quite so loud. The bar was packed and the band was terrific, but the point of the event was talking to people, so the decibel level was a bit harsh.

Anyway, I spoke to at least 100 people and only two of them were actively rude. * o /* WIN.

Most folks were all, SURE I'll vote for you!! Many wanted to vote swap. And, I might actually have gotten a couple of new clients.

My pal was actually more nervous about doing this than she let on, but when it was over, she was genuinely glad she'd done it. Good practice for her job search.

Thumbs up all around.

My cousin posted a link today on 22 words you're probably saying wrong that seemed relevant.

I too have grudgingly accepted the wrong pronunciations of most of those words, and several others. As I said to a friend who insisted that "nonplussed" meant "not bothered", just because the dictionary includes the definition doesn't mean it's right, it just means the dictionary is documenting the common usage. Which is wrong.

bonny, that sounds like a really good start!

I love that article, Laura!

My DexH actually knew Ted Geisel but I've never heard anyone pronounce Dr. Seuss like that!

Most of the rest of them were not surprises.