I had a counseling appointment this morning. Some mornings I’m not sure I’m going to be able to get up until I’m up. Some mornings I get up, and find myself back in bed.
This morning I played clock-chicken. I lay there watching the time tick closer to my appointment, wondering if I was going to get up. I finally did, and ended up running up the hill.
When I arrived I was sweating and panting, and I might not have brushed my hair. My counselor is very good. She didn’t even raise an eyebrow. She just sat me down, and started my session, the same as every session I’ve had so far.
“So how do you feel?”