So I went rock climbing yesterday for the first time. It was really nice. I'm going back tomorrow, but also am doing my first ever yoga class at 6 there. So yoga from 6 - 7 and then climbing after. I'm still beat today from yesterday so I'm banking on feeling good tomorrow + with yoga so I can give it another good go.

Therapy today was good. Yesterday was getting all the misery out. Today was talking about the good that I'm doing. I really think climbing can be good for me and I really hope I stick with it.

I'm doing okay all things considered. I'm taking the time to feel the pain, cutting myself some slack on the gym/eating/everything, but still maintaining myself, the house, and life. It's important that I grant myself the space to feel and accept and process rather than push it deep, deep down and try and continue at 100% and then snap and spiral and get worse than I would have.

Cute barista girl is here. When I was here for work and left I dropped my cup off and sad goodbye and hit her with the classic Jacob peace sign (with the hand that had the rings on, obviously) and she smiled and perked up and said goodbye back. And I'm back now pushing 9 to catch the tail end of open mic night after going 2, 3, and then 1 in Warzone with Geoff, Colin, and Austin with a spicy solo W from yours truly to wrap it up. But I came back just to sit here and catch a glimpse of her again. And what do you know, there she is. As cute as ever. Tuesday nights are great here. The music, the energy, it's always packed. It's very nice.

I'm going to do some life stuff now. Keep your head up. You're doing okay.

Tomorrows's Dear Diary