"I've known you a long time, and I see patterns."
He does?
"I have a Ph.D psychotherapist, a Ph.D business coach, and a men's group that offers me weekly support, and broadens my views," he said. "I have found myself."
I have several friends and family but no professionals. "Wow," I exclaimed. "That's a lot of help you get." How fortunate for him, I thought, he's found himself.
"And I can tell you, Donna, there's something inside of you that has to change."
"There is? What?"
"That's something you'll have to find out for yourself."
What kind of a cliff-hanger is that? "With all your help, you don't want to give me a clue?"
I'd just finished telling my old friend, who I ran into driving parallel on Sepulveda and we pulled over, about my dating life, which includes a new man as of the past few months.
Patterns.
Hmmm.
After a twenty minute conversation, unsure of my relationship pattern or what we were even talking about, my friend honed in like a judgment torpedo.
Attack!
"Chasing clean air is a diversion from reality, and you make the project look real and logical but it's running away."
"From smog and traffic."
Air pollution makes people sick, and I feel better breathing clean air. Simple. I have a space in my life where I can make changes. I am.
"What if Christoper Columbus, Lewis and Clark, and other explorers never left home?"
"We're not talking about them, we're talking about you."
Why?
"What if we never looked beyond the familiar, reaching toward the unknown, to find out what's around the corner?"
If chasing is a pattern of mine, which I don't think it is (I ran a business for years, very contently) I'll keep moving and exploring.
Funny, he's the second man this week, trying to change me. (The other wasn't happy with my hair)
Wonder what the team therapists would say about that?
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