Tomorrow is my last day as a patient of the day program I’ve been participating in at the Allan Memorial. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I hadn’t expected the camaraderie or that I’d make buddies there, but in retrospect I guess it was inevitable. So many different types of people find their way there and the one thing we all have in common is we are all at crossroads, trying to find ways to make ourselves better so we can just get on with it, whatever “it” happens to be. For some it’s a clear goal like getting back to work or school. For me, it’s getting to a place where I can trust myself to make the right decisions.
In the meantime, one door closes, and several others open. There’s NaNoWriMo, which is starting in just two days. There’s a yoga practice to get back into. There are schedules and lists to write about all the lists I need to be making so that I can break things down to simple steps, which should help keep me from freaking out at the thought of the challenges still ahead.
Right now, there’s True Blood to watch on HBO, there’s a vegetarian frozen dinner to eat, along with casual chit chat with my friend M who’s staying over for a few days. Not so long ago, I don’t think I could have handled having a guest over for more than an hour at a time. Progress comes along in unexpected ways, but every little bit counts.