January 4, 2016
I return to 100 words. Where have I been since August? I don't remember why I couldn't fit writing into my days 6 months ago, or was it just a break I needed from confinement, routine, obligation; I needed to break my own rules. So I did. Today, in art therapy, I realized I'm going to take over my own art therapy. Why? Because my therapist is bored with me. And, I've got nothing pressing that I'm working on. No emotional upheavals that need processing, no need for hand holding. It's just nice to have a witness-but come on..