Portable Dreams

I gestured to the little brief case Wilbear was holding,  “are these papers for work? I asked.  “No, these are my dreams” he replied.  “I can carry them wherever I go, wherever you go, where ever WE go”.

Portable dreams;  this was thought provoking.

He was essentially flexible and adaptable to my needs and my leadership.  If Wilbear’s happiness was dependent on preconceived ideas  to live on a big farm or ranch, a tree house, or in a castle- if that was the only way he could be happy… he would fail at happiness.    BUT  with his portable dreams he can be happy anywhere.   He can be happy anywhere I am.  

I tilt my head to the right (babygirl thinking pose) and ponder: are my dreams portable?  Yes; my focus is making O/our home life a success.  I can be happy anywhere.  I can follow my husband anywhere and be happy.

I like adaptability as a character trait- caring more for him than myself, no preconceived ideas about lifestyle, or the conditions he provides for me.  Wait- I did have preconceived ideas about lifestyle.  I was bombarded with Images, thoughts, wants.  WE went that path.   We tried to be rigid according to the many ideas that are out there.

Some preconceived ideas are okay; what made the difference was we were NOT inflexible.  When we try to have rigid roles no matter the circumstance it gets chaotic.  We tried that and it did not work.

In O/our relationship adaptability can offer the ability for each of us to grow and change O/our roles according to what is going on at the time.

Continuous flow.

In my case S stands for support.

This is dedicated to those who pee on themselves.






Non appointment making

So I seem to have this aversion to making appointments.  I don’t like to call.  I mean I have to find a number I don’t have and talk to someone on the phone.

It is also possible that I have waited and am often given an outrageous date that is often weeks/months out… The negotiation begins where I am offered an early morning slot…I counter with,” do you have something in the afternoon?”.  Code for I don’t want to get up early.

The other thing is I rarely answer my phone or return calls…so the lady that has called 4 times for my mammogram… right.

I think this is ptsd thing.  Anyone else experiencing this?


So about that Lemur

I had some questions about a lemur.  I can tell you His name is Frank.  Now I happen to know that therapist’s bosses name is ALSO Frank but she says no connection. Right.   Therapist is now called T.  I can’t write that out everytime.

Frank sits in a yoga buddha meditation pose with a yellow flower in his lap.  It IS the yellow flower that I gave to T.   So now I am connected to Frank.

I am often asked if I want to hold Frank.   Um, I don’t know him THAT well.  Did I mind if Frank faces me?  Silly question.  Frank can sit any which way he wants.  right?

Also if you are lost then it may help to read the beginning page in the therapy chronicles at imagination post.  crap that is the wrong one….I can’t find it….Someone help out on that would you.   Both WWA and Tora Princess had questions.  Of course you might have to ash…not sure.

I just know you don’t eat twinkies.

I notice a few new followers…please introduce yourself in the comments.

Frank says so.



Not me but the lemur

img_20160916_123236506_hdrso I don’t wanna say where I was; I was at my therapist.  This circle thing with a face was next to me. I got creeped out or just wasn’t sure what is was.  Yah so I turned it away from me.

Therapist thought it was odd because she thinks our smiles are the same.  She may have said we look alike which after my gasp I took out my phone to document what she said.  Even though it was obvious I was gonna share – I told her I would be telling my friends.

She giggled and blushed and said some cover up of blue eyes….

I changed subject and said Frank, her lemur, was okay to look at.

Does that look like my smile?


Using Imagination for a Better World

Giant Sock Monkey

Today I spoke with my therapist about Giant Sock Monkey (GSM), MB, stuffies, connections and some other stuff.  I was telling her how GSM is no longer riding in the front seat of my car and I didn’t think i needed him.  Yes, i noticed his absence and considered putting him in the back seat BUT right now he is not my co-pilot.   4 days no GSM.

She reads body language and after some discussion we asked the question of “is it do i need him or just not want to need him”…   anyway

The important part to know is we use our imagination to make our world better.  This is OKAY.  This is good.  It all made sense.  Did GSM mean i was not mature or did he make things more FUN?

Obviously he makes things more fun.  Look at him.

So I concluded that I don’t have to use my brain to make sure everything is protected in my world which really means real.  I can use my imagination to make a better world.

I am not the kind of adult that lets fear over ride my thoughts and I don’t spin worse case scenarios all the time.   I am more of the fun, imaginative, and different type of adult.

I use that wonderful childlike imagination that i have procured over years.   I make my world- the world a better place.

 p.s. sending hugs to any stuffies in the emergency room- just believe.