Jeez oh man. I am a total nut when I pack to travel; especially when I am planning to stay a week or more at my destination.

These are the kinds of challenges I create for myself to deal with:

"Will they allow me to wear this nice jean skirt during class time?" Because they told us we need to look professional--gah!

"Will I be able to get by with wearing my khaki skirt a couple different times?"

"Will I have a place to keep the ice packs for my knees frozen?"

I spoke to the young girl at the front desk of the hotel, and in between her "uuhs", she mumbled that they do have hair dryers in all the rooms. Am I to believe her?

God knows I need to relax a bit before I leave tomorrow afternoon.

I am going to do some training in an area of up and coming specialized help for those who have a diagnosis or dual diagnosis of mental illness. This program is also used to help recovering addicts. The twist of this position is that, aside from the requirement of a college degree, I have to have a mental health diagnosis of my very own in order to do the job I have been hired for.

I have shared bits and pieces of my diagnosis here from time to time, but have not elaborated. Once I wrote an article telling all about the beginnings of my mental health issues to the present; but, I erased the article because I felt free of so much of what had happened, and I didn't want to share in that way at that time. There is a great lot I will be sharing through this new project I am involved in now.

I am very excited. We will receive our workbooks for the two-week intensive training on Monday morning when class begins at 9am. I've absolutely no clue as to what these workbooks entail. The not knowing is good for me and makes this whole adventure more enticing.

What to do for my neurotic behavior this evening? I shall do some deep-breathing exercises, with many, "Everything is gonna' be alright" s in between.

Wish me luck...