Speaking of resentment, my therapist wants me to make a list of resentments I have toward Mac. I already feel bad about myself before starting.

Think of them as focal points that you can define responses to, not something to judge yourself for. I mean, you probably still will, but calling out the specific one at play in an upswelling of it, you can be like, ok, I am feeling this because I'm not having this need met, so what's in my arsenal to deal with it. Sometimes, just acknowledging it might be sufficient, sometime you might have to find certain things to do about it, whether internally or externally.

(This is what I have learned to do with my anxiety which either manifests in ratcheting irrational worries or I start beating the hell out of my self worth. Naming the monsters lurking in my head helps me to keep them in their rooms. YMMV.)

Naming the monsters lurking in my head helps me to keep them in their rooms.

One of my monsters was The Old Woman Who Hates Me, who would sit in a straight back chair in my head and glare at me. When I started to glare back, she began to shrivel away, unable to cope with me telling her that her opinion didn't matter.

Liese, how are things with your dad?

Naming the monsters lurking in my head helps me to keep them in their rooms. YMMV.)

Seriously, being able to pinpoint a reaction and knowing WHY you're having it is a massive help. Sometimes being able to name a thing means being able to shrug it off.

(My therapist, who I wish a bunch of you could also go to, told me to think of the different monsters in my head as my coven, and that *I* am the Head Witch, so of course I have the capacity to wrangle them. Have I mentioned that my therapist is awesome?)

And the snow storm rolls up and down the valley, playing with the commuters.

Natter is particularly interesting today which I have appreciated from afar -- Grace had surgery so I've been reading on my phone but not posting until now.

Vegemite =/= nutella. That's plain crazy talk.

All of those things (community, drugs, sex and nudity) are unmixy with strangers, in my mind. But I am pretty old, I guess.

Me too! But not as old as Ted Cruz looks or acts. Man, he's an unpleasant git.

When did Steph become a nun?

When did Steph become a nun?

NO ONE CAN KNOW

Am very proud of myself for joining a group of colleagues from various places for dinner -- it was fun AND someone else paid!

Secret Sister Tep! You fight crime, don't you?

That's terrific, Jilli.

msbelle, writing a resentment down (or feeling resentment) does not necessarily mean you think it is justified or something you need to do something about or wrong or anything at all. It's just there, a feeling you don't control, a thought that arises, that's all. Crappy first draft of feelings, don't edit.

Cookie dough is assembled and chilling'. Poppy seeds are coming to a simmer. Everything's coming up hamentaschen