There is nothing front of mind screaming to get out this week. I’m feeling uninspired and creatively dead. But why? I have two theories. The first one being I distracted myself Sunday (self-sabotage) to avoid my usual set up for success regarding my content for the week because I was feeling less than…
Theory two: recent unexpected drama did actually affect me, unexpectedly (but not?).
And then there’s the wildcard, a potential flight in May. I hate flying, it’s mentally and emotionally exhausting.
Who knows. It could be a mix of all three.
All I know is I can’t wait for my therapy this week, talk about a wildcard. Who knows what’s going to come up for that paid one hour. The better question is how hard will I cry because I will cry at some point.
I spent a lot of years believing if you talked to anyone about your problems you were a nuisance and looking for attention. It’s not true. There is nothing wrong with going to therapy. It has made me a freer person. If you feel like you’ve exhausted all other options and need a change emotionally and metaphysically, I’ve got a gal (and a dude) for you.
or, go out and find you a gal (or a dude).
You’re worth it.