Philosophizing
I am a full basket. Or I have a full basket. Or something. My good friend Dawn once told me about this basket theory in counseling. Everyone has a basket that they carry around and they choose what to put in it. Maybe you put your husbands love in there or maybe you put that lady who cut you off this morning in it. Maybe you are still carrying around fifth grade teasing or maybe the way the sunlight comes into your bedroom in the afternoon. The point it is, you choose what goes in the basket. Today in my basket are special coconut macaroons made for me because someone knew I liked them, excitement about seeing my family and friends at Thanksgiving and a few unfinished projects which aren't stressing me but are motivating me for the first time in quite a few months. Also in my basket is a tiny growing baby which is, I understand from reading, about the size of a baked potato. It is funny how something so seemingly full of anticipation is making me calmer and more focused on t...