Last Friday, while eating brunch with my friend Angelique, the conversation shifted from the problems of our current lives to the hey-day of times past, and since we have known each other for eighteen plus years we had a lot of fodder to choose from. We reminisced about our theatre days, chuckled over the decor of our first apartment and swapped stories about our current shrink. Yes, we had been through a lot together since the days of sex, drugs and rock and roll. Now our time is spent cleaning house, paying bills and going to therapy -- another topic we had lots of fodder to choose from.
Angelique and I have the same therapist and have for several years now, and during those years I have learned that therapy encourages much self-exploration. Well, after all that searching I came to the realization that I prefer self-gratifying as one week of inner-peace. I'm not knocking therapy or belittling finding oneself, but what if, after years on the couch, we don't like what we find? What if we aren't the person we thought we were? Can we get a new life like we get a new wardrobe? How do we change from who we are to who we want to be?
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