I don't know why I do this but it seems that every time I go to see my therapist I have something specific in mind that I want to talk about. But when I get there I end up talking about something else. The meeting goes in a complete different direction than what I have in mind before I walk in there.

Today I wanted to talk about why is it that I get so bent out of shape and mad at certain things and that at others I just blow them over like they were nothing. Instead we talk about my new position and how it is affecting the family. And the things that I could do to help make the transition better for Summer and our youngest.

Although those are important things they just weren't what I had in mind.

Oh well. time for work. Till later.