So a little birdie told me that Ed Psych will make its notifications for the graduate admissions next week. Whether or not this is true, it brings about the realization that my future is about to be dictated in some fashion. There's a lot that comes with something like that. I'm prepared, one way or another....I think. I hope. I guess hoping is not very self-actualizing of me...bad therapist!

For now I just want to put on some shorts and hit the treadmill, I need to move all of this stuff out of me. I feel obsessed and consumed by this and I'm getting tired of it. I mean, it's not odd to be so fixated by something which carries so much weight, but the sheer emotional energy I have invested is wearing me down a bit. I've carried this weight for months....well over a year, really.

Looking forward to another pleasantly bustling Saturday with a blood donation, lunch at Cafe Shambala and coffee at Jack Mormon. Then off to errands and all of those enjoyable weekend tasks which I can do of my own volition and on my own time-including another day on the slopes Sunday.
A movie night with Matt & Crishelle planned for Saturday night will help, also. It's hard to ignore one's sense of humor in that context. Laughs would serve me well. I need to remember to not lose myself in this stress.