Wading Back In
July 31, 2009
I need therapy.
Many of us do.
Therapy is usually a bunch of talking. I’ve never submitted myself to formal therapy with a professional, but I’ve seen the caricatures on TV. Patient lies on couch and talks. Doctor mumbles profundities like, “Mmmm hmmm,” and “I see,” and “how does that make you feel?” And then, of course, “That will be $75. See you next week.” So it seems that it’s mainly an avenue for people to get stuff off their chest. Verbalize their thoughts and feelings.
Why pay $75 when you can do the same thing with a blog for free?
There are some who don’t get blogging. They generally don’t get e-mail or Facebook or Twitter or amazon.com or how to use a remote either. I’m pretty sure my dad’s one of those people. I mean, I’ve had a blog for over six years and I doubt he’s ever read a single post. And that’s ok. [Hi, mom!]
But I need this therapy. I need to talk. I need to express myself. I’ve been in a self-imposed lock-down mode for nearly a year now, with an exception here and there. I think this is my eighth post this year (in eight months) not counting video links. I’m going to try to improve that to one a week. Then I’ll go from there. My vocation, no, my calling, is to communicate.
Stay tuned.
