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Podiatrist says i shouldn't tuck my left foot up under me when sitting (that's going to be a hard habit to break) and that i should wear a brace on my left ankle, but otherwise -- despite my high arches -- i can continue to wear my vibrams five finger shoes and sandals, etc. Yay, no imprisonment for my feet.

Chiropractic seemed pro forma: back is doing pretty well.

Therapy was not ... i dunno. It is serving what i need it to serve which is a check point for "am i making progress in my discernment and moving forward in job space." I wasn't looking for someone to help with the depression, per se, and talking about this weekend was not -- well, it's not why i was there. I think one goal i should have is to see if i can get enough energy to help organize the support group at Meeting. (On the other hand, how many of the people who have shown interest in the support group have the strength and groundedness to help me? )

I dropped my phone from a mid-story stair landing. As i watched it fall, i thought about the depression/anxiety issues and Mr Therapist's suggestion that just having an optimistic outlook was a way to be better. It reminds me of how sometimes i see people construct cascades of bad luck. I don't know that i feel that way. As i watched the phone fall, my thoughts were that it would probably be OK as there was landscaping mulch below, and even if it wasn't i have the phone with the broken screen as a backup.

On the other hand, Christine just suggested i look at the College of San Mateo instead of Foothill for python classes. My reaction wasn't enthusiastic, mainly because i just feel the spoons i have are just not enough as it is. Christine recognized it as a negative outlook, a position of assuming the worst.


Speaking of which, running late.