what might have been

We all have that still, small voice inside that knows what we want, even if we relinquished the dream of it long ago. We all know what we might have been, and on some level, we know that as long as we have breath in us we can keep trying. There is always a way, and let me put in a plug for a particular kind of therapist here, what i want to call the dreamer therapist, who is willing to sit with you and sort through all your defenses and security operations long enough to help you to find that adorable loving striving child inside of you that still wants to try to be what you might have been. But you need to find an ally, someone who believes in you, who does not compete with you, who does not pollute your talking about your dream with their dream, just as you get it out. You don't need that. You need a listener, paid or not paid, who can tolerate you being the center of attention long enough to help you dig out and dust off that version of yourself you thought you had lost, and begin to help yourself grow into that again. That is the joy of being alive, being the author of your own life, the creator of how you spend your days, not dead and bored and over medicated with drugs or alcohol or food, but open and stimulated and on a journey that only you can understand. So be who you might have been, right here, right now, if only for 15 minutes at a time, once a day even, once a week, but begin. Happy Non Daylight Savings Time Weekend!