I’m finding that while I’m writing and spilling my thoughts and emotions onto the virtual pages here, I can’t finish.  I search for a satisfying conclusion and there’s nothing.  It’s not so much writer’s block as an inability to focus – too many competing ideas, too many daily responsibilities for my time. Personal reflections fall by the wayside.

There is a temptation to return to therapy to seek some sort of balance or peace of mind. I know how that will go though. Therapy has always been a way for me to seek a sort of “uninterested” third-party validation. The insights were almost always ones I had come up with independently.

In truth, I’ve gotten just as much from the occasional literary affirmation as I did from psychotherapy.  They were less expensive too.

“Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be.  Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose.  Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go.  Acceptance is a small, quiet room.”

Looks like something I wrote at least once or twice, but Cheryl Strayed makes it sound better.

I really need a bigger room … and some good, loud music.