She's loose among the general population!

Okay, now on track again.  Antidepressants.  Check.  Weekly therapy sessions.  Check.  Psychological tomes.  Check.  Riding the big waves at the moment.  Yes, I feel better, less numb, more like there is an end to the heavy depression that engulfed me and left me all limp and wimpy.  Dear therapist says I fell out of my power.  I just felt I got run over one too many times by life steamrolling by.  Usually, I can dodge the traffic.  My step got slowed by wedding, death, illness, more death, even more death, dental nightmares, more death, etc.  Pow!  Take that!  No time to even get up from the mat.  So, here it is, another stinking holiday.  Thank HP for the Alkathon, marathon meetings 24 hours around the clock, where we recovering folks can get a dose of sanity before entering the family crucible.  I sat there last night with my sponsor, and noticed that the guy in front of me had an interesting neck - 2 diagonal lines left, 2 right, so he had a diamond right in the middle of the back of his neck.  Fascinating.  And the gal in front of me was leaning on her chair, and part of her bulged and hung over the back of the chair.  Oh, dear, where are the eyes in the back of my head to assure me that was not happening to ME?  I know about bra overflow and little pillows that can pooch out over the back, and do my best to tuck those suckers in before leaving the house.  Also carefully check the back of my head to be sure the bedhead is tamed and I don't go out looking like an escaped mental patient.  Careful observation of others is my secret.  At the moment, I am debating whether to wear my full length faux fur to the upcoming celebration.  These are rather conservative folks, my daughter included.  Darling son would love the audaciousness, such a jewel.  There are few occasions when I think the COAT is appropriate, and so I have only worn it twice so far, last winter.  First was to a performance at the local performing arts center.  When I sat down, the lady next to me commented to her friend "oh, look, I get to sit next to the COAT!"  And the second occasion was a rare dinner at a local restaurant, and I got stopped on the way out by a woman who thought it was real.  It's a doozie, the COAT.  And yes, I think I will wear it.  It will be cold on the way home, and I love the softness of it against my cheek.  Not like I can disappear in a crowd, anyway.  I have always stood out, whether I was trying to or not.  And the payoff of getting old is being as outrageous as one can be.  Really, on a scale of one to ten, I have not even hit five yet.  Time to up the ante.