He may have seen me naked, but I'm no one special

Sometimes the truth hurts. And sometimes it sets you free. Ok, that cliche nearly made me vomit. But I've had one too many glasses of wine to care. So therapy this morning was awesome. Seriously, we should all be in therapy. At least, that's my opinion. I had one of those A-Ha! moments, a moment that makes several other aspects of my life and personality make sense. The whole thing is cliche - it goes back to my early childhood, to my relationship with my mother...and it explains half the entries in my journal since high school. Which is...nice. And hard. Of course. So my task for the holidays is to notice when I need or want things. Not to even begin to think about acting on them. But to be aware and acknowledge them. Maybe I should start a new blog? Needing and Wanting. Wouldn't that be amusing? /dripping sarcasm