I'm Shrinking

Ever wonder why the term shrink is a term used for a therapist or counselor? Well if you see a counselor, then you get it. Your brain just feels “shrunk” after you see the “shrink.” Let’s face it, life has so many ups and downs, trials and tribulations, ecstasy and defeat. I used to just go to a counselor when an “event” happened, something with my mother, my spouse, a “situation” of some sort that I needed to sort out. But in fact, I’ve decided seeing a counselor should be an ongoing thing, because it’s not like there isn’t ALWAYS something one could discuss! Sometimes it’s nice to just vent, or get an opinion, or better yet…try to actually figure yourself out. Why you do things, and potentially work on trying to change the things you would like to… in you, in life, in your choices.

I figure there are two kinds of people in this world. People who ask questions and people who don’t. I for one want to ask the questions and try to answer them. If there is one person I know that I’d like to know better it’s myself. I want to BE better, I want to DO better, I want to LIVE authentically with no regrets. I want a future that’s better than the past, and an even better future for my kids.

I think for some there is a stigma with saying you are in therapy, but as a great friend of mine said…if you’re NOT in therapy, than your life just isn’t interesting enough! Amen. I like to admit I’m complex and complicated; it’s called having a PERSONALITY, and with that there are many facets to reflect on.

I highly recommend it, find a great counselor/therapist/shrink…bartenders don’t count.
Ask the questions, try to answer them. Look in the mirror and KNOW the person staring back.

Confidence, love, patience, acceptance, hopes and dreams grow from here.

HBO Series In Treatment

Mountain Mama…Take Me Home…Country Road…

Last week I went on a short little break away from my life in the city to the San Juan Islands. Amazing what a little connection with nature and being in the country for a few days does for the rhythm of your pulse. It just gives you a little “time-out” so to speak of all the hustle bustle, busy doing this, busy doing that.

I went on a walk down a country road and had to smile as I was getting hats tipped off to me as people in their pickups would drive by. Or that two finger wave off the steering wheel that is a sure indicator you are in a place where life moves at a slower pace. So slow the enthusiastic hand wave is reduced to a two finger lift. Just that can make you smile and feel welcomed in their neck of the woods.

Always nice to get away a few hours from where you live to feel the disconnect, but this reminds me that even on a lunch hour I could go to the beach, or a park with a lookout, and just take some time to…take some time.

Life does not need to be figured out in a day and it never will be anyway, so….breathe.