almost to the weekend, which is never a bad thing.

I’m sitting here torn between writing a bit of fluff or posting a cat picture or something vs. getting all serious about things going on with me.

I’m torn because it really helps when I write things down. Even if nobody reads it or comments or whatever, it is the process of thinking of what to say, spelling (most of) it correctly, forming sentences and paragraphs and reflecting on it before I hit “publish” that really does help me out. I know that sounds like a Great Thing so if you are wondering “what’s stopping you from blog therapy?” it’s that the things I want to share aren’t just about me, they involve family and friends and it wouldn’t be fair to them for me to share too much.

I do have other journals, that aren’t online, and they help. OMG I have notes I’ve written to myself on paper, I have a journal on my flipping smart phone that I’ve forgotten the password for, I have draft emails that had better never see the light of day. I have google documents so I can edit them anywhere and I have files on my computer at home. There are draft messages for this blog that will likely never be published. Again, these aren’t deep dark secrets or anything “bad,” per se, but they are personal. And despite my oversharing and putting everything out there, I still really have a hard time with getting personal.

Well, now that I’ve shared with the interwebs a bit more about how my brain works, here is Friday for me – I’m meeting, along with my wife, a therapist for one of my kids. I know it is pure hell for her to be in the same room with me, much less talking to a therapist, but we are doing it for our child. After our hour I’ll be back at work. I’ve already had phone calls from my eldest child about his severe anxiety at school. This is a daily occurrence, usually several calls. He has worked his ass off to have a good week at school, in spite of the panic attacks, and I feel like I need to recognize his work somehow, perhaps something more fun than going to the laundromat (which we did last night to celebrate his “best day ever.” Cue the sponge bob music). He has requested to see a movie this weekend, of course.

Saturday has soccer in the morning and running a quick errand to North Texas and back, and the Cowboys and the Steelers are playing early games on Sunday, both of which I’d like to watch.

Finally, here’s a cute picture:

There. Heavy and light all in one post.