Rain

Today I was displeased. It is the first day since I began that I have not visited my tree. Opening the curtains as I stumbled out of bed I was taken aback by the steady fall of rain. And I am so not a wet weather person. Even the Captain usually grants me a wet weather exemption from boating activities above deck. I may love my tree but I do not want to visit it in the mizzling pizzling drizzle. I am a fair weather tree lover.

I was also displeased because I did not get my walk. As I have been failing very badly with the breathing exercises, I wanted to say to CBT bloke that I had been super good about the walking. Hrumph. That tactic is not going to work now, is it? Still, not to worry. I suspect he might have noticed anyway. I am failing on the breathing front because I am so bad at relaxing.

Last time I visited my tree I tripped over one of its roots. It was a considerable way away from the trunk as roots often are. I could apply the metaphor and make all sorts of pop psychology comments about the roots of my inability to relax working their way to the surface but that is just too contrived. So instead, I shall just enjoy the fact that my busy over driven body has really enjoyed all the energetic walking. It has also helped me keep awake when my sleep deprived brain has been crying out for unconscious at very inopportune moments.

Unfortunately, I will not be able to visit my tree tomorrow either. It is my university day. I don respectable clothes, slap some make up over my face and attempt to string a few words together in coherent fashion. For a whole day I do not think about anything other than Shakespeare. And being me. It is blissful. And I love it.

By Thursday I wonder if I will even recognise my tree?