I have been baking!  Oh how I love baking!  I used to bake all the time.  Chocolate pound cake, pies, sweet breads, shortbread, anything I could think of I would bake.  It has been such a long time since I felt like baking.  Baking takes effort, and before I started getting treated for the depression, effort for anything, much less baking, was something I did not have.  Just the thought of reading the recipe, mixing the ingredients, putting the mixed ingredients in the proper pan and then the clean up of it all seemed like too much work to me. 

I think I would have to say that this week has been better than previous weeks.  I have had a better attitude, more energy, and been less worried than even just a week ago.  I am enjoying the fact that I continue to improve.  These good days, these easy days, give me something to draw from when I have bad days.

I had not heard from my son in months.  In the past, when I would think about it, I would start crying and cry for most of the day.  I miss him being around.  Over the weekend, to myself, I acknowledged that I still missed him but it was easier to deal with now, and the fact that he had not called did not bother me anymore.  I even told myself that if he ever did call, I would enjoy it while I was talking to him, and not give a thought about all the times I  had not.  I believe I had finally come to peace with him being gone and not talking to me.  Out of the blue Monday, my son called me.  This gave me an opportunity to put into effect the new attitude I wanted to have when I talked to him.  It worked!  It was such a pleasant conversation.  I got to hear a lot about him, and how he was doing and I think because I had a much more positive attitude on the phone, he did as well.  When we hung up he said he would all again soon.  If he does, that would be wonderful, if he does not then I am OK with that.  I am just going to treasure the good stuff and dump the rest.