Personal Therapist

"So, how are you feeling?"

Her piercing eyes wait patiently for me to answer. She knows I'm not too good at answering this particular question, which is why she asked it. With eyes like those she surely knows the answer. Honestly, I wish she'd just tell me instead of asking. But she won't and worse still she'll know if I lie.

At least those eyes are patient. "Right now, I'm irritated at you."

Her mouth turns upward in amusement. Her smile always relaxes me. There's safety in that smile.

"Pressure," I answer. "I'm tired of pressure. I wish it would leave me alone so I can actually accomplish something with pride."

She nods thoughtfully. "Have you been eating?"

How could that possibly be related? My eating habits, or lack of, have nothing to do with feeling pressured. I roll my eyes. "Not this again. Can we deal with life issues first? Eating is like laundry, only it comes more frequently."

I do know how strange my statement sounds. Points to her for not laughing. She looks at me seriously with those piercing eyes. "You can't live until you eat. Eat first, life second. You've expressed before how much better you feel after a good meal."

Begrudgingly I have to agree. I did say that.

"What are you waiting for? Go! Eat something tasty!"

A couple hot dogs later, I thank her. Really, I should consult myself more often. I give good advice.