9.2 Laughter is a lubricant

Monday: I went to a meditation class, unwittingly fasted, light-headed, transcendent, and glimpsed a new community. Rode that high all the way home.

Tuesday: do my professors dislike me? Does my classmate dislike me? Am I an arrogant creep? Am I doing something wrong? Yet at the same time: I’m getting better at this. I think I have what it takes. I am encouraged.

Wednesday: Uh oh. Anger and depression on either side of the day. There’s no room for me. I’m lonely.

Thursday: She told me I soothed a baby! That made me feel wonderful. Lunch, finally. A friend I had missed more dearly than I knew. I asked the right questions. We were both open and effective. The Sun card day.

Q: How many therapists does it take to change a lightbulb? A: Only one, but the lightbulb has to really want to change.