[1]Twice a year, I talk to a psychiatrist about trying to get a good night’s sleep. I’ve been tossing and turning since I was 29, which I view in the same way as my inability to ask for help. Genetics. I blame Mom.
As the session was winding down, Dr. B. asked if there was anything on my calendar, that I was looking forward to. It seemed like a stock question, but my mind went blank. I have no immediate plans for luxury travel, or four star dining, unless you consider the extravagant meals I make at home. I don’t have a date on the horizon, except for that guy who I was supposed to meet on Saturday, but cancelled when he woke up with an excuse cold. So what does excite me about the future?
Fall Clothes. I ordered a beautiful jacket, pair of wide leg gabardine trousers, and a fabulous scarf that are on their way from my favorite shop [1] in San Francisco. I’m really looking forward to wearing them, if L.A. ever cools down. Beyond that, I have hope. (See #17 of 40 Reasons to Be Single [2].) And I hope that counts.