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Of Squaredancing and Therapy...
Jan. 12th, 2005 06:23 pm...and no those don't necessarily go together in the ways you think.
Last night went for pizza with Paula and John, and then to a squaredancing thingie as Greg, Scott and his wife, and a couple folks we didn't know did the music. Scott and Gregg are fellow library and archives students but also kick-ass fiddler and banjo-player respectively (they played for the Americana fundraiser back in October too). They did some kinda celtic stuff too which was awesome, and we were all envious of Scott and his wife (I can't remember name for the life of me which is bad as I've met her twice...I think it might be Ellen...she's an architect and guitar-player...) who are off on a week-long trip to Scotland for a music festival. Anyhow, Paula and I did a bunch of dances and John did one because Paula made him. The dancing was different from what I learned but I kept up pretty well...which isn't saying much as lots of old folks were there and it's hard to dance the way I want when Granpa's hip might give out any minute...Anyhoo, so I was a bit sore from that last night and this morning but my feet feel much cheerier this evening.
So then I had my second counselling session with a new person who was MUCH better. All the same I find it really hard to open up to a stranger and everything, particularly about things that make me all sniffly as I HATE crying in front of people. She left it to me if I want another session and/or some anti-depressants, which I will think about it. On the one hand, there's no reason to be more miserable than you have to, on the other hand problems aren't always solved with pills. So I think I will wait and see how I am doing in another month when school and the internship are on the go and everything, and decide then.
Last night went for pizza with Paula and John, and then to a squaredancing thingie as Greg, Scott and his wife, and a couple folks we didn't know did the music. Scott and Gregg are fellow library and archives students but also kick-ass fiddler and banjo-player respectively (they played for the Americana fundraiser back in October too). They did some kinda celtic stuff too which was awesome, and we were all envious of Scott and his wife (I can't remember name for the life of me which is bad as I've met her twice...I think it might be Ellen...she's an architect and guitar-player...) who are off on a week-long trip to Scotland for a music festival. Anyhow, Paula and I did a bunch of dances and John did one because Paula made him. The dancing was different from what I learned but I kept up pretty well...which isn't saying much as lots of old folks were there and it's hard to dance the way I want when Granpa's hip might give out any minute...Anyhoo, so I was a bit sore from that last night and this morning but my feet feel much cheerier this evening.
So then I had my second counselling session with a new person who was MUCH better. All the same I find it really hard to open up to a stranger and everything, particularly about things that make me all sniffly as I HATE crying in front of people. She left it to me if I want another session and/or some anti-depressants, which I will think about it. On the one hand, there's no reason to be more miserable than you have to, on the other hand problems aren't always solved with pills. So I think I will wait and see how I am doing in another month when school and the internship are on the go and everything, and decide then.
