I am feeling anxious and happy today. I am going over to visit a friend. I am taking some new CDs (Prokofiev - man can Russian composers express pain) and a couple of pieces of my abstract painting. I don't paint for show (just for me), but when I talk with this friend, we talk about how I am doing with my therapy. She paints for a hobbie, so she should understand easily when I show her what I have done. My H doesn't always see what I mean, but he is supportive and I don't expect him to understand. Today is my first time to bring my painting to show her.