So, three weeks ago, I reluctantly got into my car for the 45 minute drive to the surgical center for what, I imagined would be a snoozer. I generally do not do well in two hour meetings, hating the fact that I am enclosed in a room filled with strangers at a time of day that beckons me to an entire life shut down. Four to six in the afternoon, three times? I'll never make it without nodding off....or so I thought. Instead, I grew to actually look forward to these sessions and each one paid off and was well-worth the drive and the extra effort.
Because......Suzanne, the skilled and experienced social worker who led the group, started the first session with words I will not forget any time soon.
How fitting. A gift. Christmas. New Year.
A stomach the size of a small banana and I kid you not when I say that I accept this gift with gratitude and I do intend to honor it.
I never dozed off, not even for one second.