Bob (my sarcastic therapist) wrote me a note today.
As I was going on and on again with my typical “If this okay for me to feel?” self-doubt schtick he looked at me with squinty eyes, inhaled deeply, and then took immediately to his notepad.
(I think he’s sick of the way I go around in circles worrying if what I’m thinking or feeling could possibly inconvenience another person - or make anyone at all uncomfortable… because god forbid if I make anyone uncomfortable.)
Our time was up, so he completed his note to me, and tore the sheet of paper off his notepad. Extending his arm out towards me, to hand me the note, he spoke very definitively nothing beyond the words: “7 years of grad school… Here you go.” (That’s a little dose of typical Bob sarcasm.)
I walked out the door with the note in my hand. It read, “Diane, DIANE! Yes. It is okay. -Bob”
Maybe it really is that simple. Mental habits seem so hard to break.
I’ve pulled the note out several times today, to remind myself. I’m a sad case. But seriously, Bob is funny.
