Rhonda Sue



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Saturday, February 23, 2008
My husband is talking on the phone with his good friend that just called; we had started a movie about 2 minutes before that and so I'm waiting. Might as well write a bit.

I had a lot of sadness this week. I don't know where it came from and I never really pinpointed any reason to be sad, but I was sad. I wonder if I "catch" emotions from my clients and carry them along with me; an interesting concept, similar perhaps to transference/countertransference.

I recently attended a workshop by an art therapist and truly enjoyed the time playing with oils and paper. I ventured out this week and bought some supplies for myself, using the concept of "just playing" instead of trying to create any one thing in particular. It seems like a neat way to express myself, a different medium than words, writing, language. I only played last night and my husband concurred with hanging my drawings on the fridge; I wonder if anything beautiful will blossom from this form of expression. I like trying to identify colors that match my emotions.

I also am burnt out, officially, and have been for several months. My clue? Dyslexia. I am starting to stumble on spellings of words, every day types of words, or I'll extend them without consciously realizing I'm doing it. My example for this week was allellevate for alleviate. It was funny at first; now I'm concerned about my brain. Sometimes I can't even formulate letters to match the sounds I'm hearing and I'll find myself looking at the paper, pen poised for writing, listening to the words and drawing a complete blank. Or I'll be typing and the completely wrong word will come out of my fingers; I'll be thinking "thoughts" and type "through." It's frickin' scary; perhaps early onset Alzheimer's.

Hee hee - there's a cat in heat next door and it's been mewing and moaning so loudly it woke us up this morning; it's still going at nine o'clock tonight. Poor thing - I feel like I should throw it a stuffed animal or something.

Alright - I may nag the hubby a bit or start on something productive. Thanks for reading.