Somewhere over the rainbow

OK, I saw my psychologist today and produced my whats good about “play” list.  Creativity, my recent addiction, was top on the list.  He happily agreed with my self-rambling, which all good psychologist do, I mean that is part of there job.  It’s hard going to see a therapist when your feeling good, because usually a problem that your supposed to be dealing with will be dug up, but not today.  I feel pretty confident and content, which is non-typical but greatly welcomed.  I guess I’ve overcome the guilt about escapism for now, as I see the point of play.

And, as I sign of progress, in a strange way, I did yard work when I got home.  Now, all I’ve been thinking about since morning is getting home from doc’s and making some coffee and delving into a short story or two.  But when I was driving home, in the sun and blue skies, with the birds a twittering and a tweeping (look at me I’m being whimsical and creative).  I got home, cut the grass, cleaned out some flower beds.  And I am here a blogging and a rambling and babbling. 

If your still reading this, and I wonder why, thanks.  I actually got to have a good vent here for once.

Rock and Roll!  (When I say this, it’s in the tone of Spinal Tap, when their lost backstage)

Peace,