Hello, Good Morning and Good Night Kindred, Kinfolk and All Relations,
Was able to maintain my appointment with my therapist Sir Dude, this afternoon. Thanks in major part to my brother-in-law Bil, who assisted me with the transport piece. Bill, made it here fifteen minutes early Honey...
...somewhere with-in the folds of my brains there is a blister that manifested in here today. I'll leave it be as I am afraid I may reach in there with my hide sewing needle and "pop" the wrong blister. Vessel, vein or artery or something...
...fart around and poke myself in the good eye. Yep, got one of them too.
Anyways....
Our Sit Down was awesome and I left there feeling as if my shoes fit me differently. There was an excellent exchange between therapist and client. I am pleased. No need for verbal fencing or tit-for-tat. It positively impacted my beliefs, beliefs of Self and the direction I am attempting to Lead.
Mario's Path.
With the weight I have lost, the arms in better shape than possibly ever in my life and the waist shrinking again, I suspect Sir Dude, did a back-flip in his head for me. It's always a good day whenever you see you pyshcotherapist happy and almost giddy. Not too much - sure enough close though...
...since we last had a face to face I have lost enough "water" to fit into a pair of Bermuda shorts I've had for years but was never able to fit into. Until today that is. Damn. Same true with one of my ole Starbucks white button ups. Yes, I did. I wore that spotless four year old business shirt, plaid cotton Bermudas, new Nike's, an undershirt that was a loss of one size, my Native gear and my processor sticking out the side of my skull. All for Bil, my nephews, and Sir Dude, my therapist. What a sight I must have been! Ha!
Talk about what a feeling!
John Wayne better find his ass home soon! Alright then...
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