Anticipation

I thought I’d mentioned this, but looking back on my old posts, it seems I haven’t.
As I mentioned a bit ago, this week is national knitting week, and my knitting group have been busy knitting items for a Teddy Bear’s Picnic, culminating today in an exhibition and sale. On a Friday. Whose idea was that? When I found out, my response was “great, Mr D will never get time off work” but as the weeks progressed, so did my CBT.
About three weeks ago, I spoke to my friend B. She is my yarn guru – she has a market stall selling some gorgeous stuff, she runs weaving classes and the knitting groups, and I knew she would be going to the exhibition. I’d talked to her before about my CBT, and got the feeling she really understood. People like that are in the minority – usually it’s between “pull yourself together” and “back away from the crazy person”, but B was fine with it.
So, I asked her. “can I come with you?”
I explained that so far, I only go anywhere with Mr D. This could be part of my therapy – just outside my comfort zone. I said that I might back out, and she shouldn’t worry. People, B was lovely about it. She said that it was okay, and that even if I felt like it was too much, she’d bring me home. That understanding has meant that I’m sitting here waiting for her, and although I feel anxious, I’m also excited, expectant, eager.
I shall let you all know how I get on…

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