I left a comment today on a blog that is vastly more amusing and well-written than my own and it was as I was checking back for a response and about to leave a second comment that it occurred to me maybe I should take what creative juices are flowing and spend some time here. Totally radical idea, I know. Write. On my own blog. I bet you’re wondering how I come up with such brilliance.
I spent nearly two hours with my therapist last night, talking about things I wished had never happened, coming to conclusions I’d rather not have, and generally feeling bad about myself. And, while I believe it went well, there were some ideas she opened my eyes to that left me wondering, again, if I’d have been better off not knowing.
And then she told me to get a life. It’s okay. I wasn’t offended. I’ve been telling myself the same thing for a while. My whole adult life has been wrapped up in and revolving around my husband since I was eighteen. (That three-month stint of living on my own, while totally awesome, doesn’t count.)
So, she told me to get a hobby or three. Something that gets me out of the house and around (insert Jaws theme music here) OTHER PEOPLE. I looked her in the eye and asked, “don’t you know me at all?” She laughed and I considered asking for a refund.
Then she told me to create a “dream board.” (Groan.) I’m sure many of you have heard of or seen these before. It’s a collage of images that represent your- wait for it- dreams. In this case, I’ve been told to focus on where I want to be a year from now. Supposedly, having this visual reminder everyday will motivate me to put an effort into actually achieving them.
So, here’s what I’m putting on mine:
On a serious note, here’s what I’d like to accomplish…
What do you think? Overly ambitious? Maybe. But I have to admit that, although I started playing with this as a joke (please don’t tell my shrink), looking at those pictures causes a funny feeling in my tummy. Like maybe I want to put in the effort to make these things happen.
Or it could be I just want a cookie.