My New Therapist

I get excited about new things.  When I get a new car, I get kinda giddy.  I even name my vehicles.  When I get a new cell phone, I spend hours playing with it to figure out all of its features.  New clothes go into my regular wardrobe rotation immediately. (When I bought a new belt, I put it on in the car before driving away from the store.) This seems a little different though.  I was never that excited about my previous therapists.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I went to talk to them,

My best friend’s help

A number of years ago, my best friend was getting married.  He came to Provo with his fiancee, and he stayed at my apartment.  I was thrilled to see him.  I loved him. (still love him to this day) I offered him the bed, sleeping on the floor myself.  It took some convincing.  In fact I think he’s the only friend who’s ever stayed with me who let me talk him into it. I appreciated that he let me talk him into it.

Then something happened that I appreciate even more.