getting better all the time

This is actually from a few weeks back:

Taking notes on Warm Bodies at the end of June, I wrote this:

“One mistake, one brief lapse of my newfound judgment—that's all it took to unravel everything” (189). This is exactly how I feel. Giving in, making one bad decision, that will leave me trapped in crappy job-land. Forever. Buried under the dirt, maybe with concrete poured over, so I can never get out again. Never do what I want. Never have a life I love. Never be happy.

Yesterday, seeing my therapist after a two-week hiatus, she commented on how more optimistic I am now. That the last time she'd seen me, I'd felt trapped. And it's true, I do feel hope now that I didn't feel then. I feel as if I can experiment with my career, try different things and see what works, that I can create a life I love. Unexpected how quickly that can change.