It's warm again, after a freak week of cold, rainy days. And, appropriately, along with the rain came another round of emotional loss. I've recently gone back to therapy to make some sense of the kind of erratic behavior that occurs every time I allow myself to venture back into the dating scene, and this past session I told my therapist my theory about rain and my moods. His response was - 'or, maybe it just rains a lot in August.' And I said, 'it's not just August.' And then he had nothing to say.

Anyway. It has been raining and I have once again lost something. Each time it's different though, and each time I'm more acutely aware of my instinctual reaction and am able to somewhat curb it with what I hope is a strengthening sense of rationalization.

In times like these I like to go back to my blog from the year prior and see what was going on. This is what I wrote a year ago today. I don't think I was writing a whole lot about myself in terms of emotional discovery, but I do know that I was dating someone I'd met on the L train, not particularly caring about what happened, and still in the throes of something messed up and psychologically manipulative with my ex-boyfriend.

Hm. I would say with resounding confidence that I am in much better shape this year. Even today.

Today is also the 9th anniversary of my first Hanson show. You know I'm all about anniversaries.

I guess I'm doing all right.