My therapy homework for the week is to think about… document(?) – (who remembers?), what I want to “manifest” in my life. The problem is, I don’t believe in that shit anymore.
Equally big problem is, I don’t know the answer.
Are we talking fantasy ideal here? Then that’s easy. I want Alan, healthy, happy, willing to work at a relationship with me, in my life, in my heart and in my bed, for the rest of my life.
More fantasy? I want a millionaire husband who is happy to take care of me for the rest of our lives.
Hell! If we’re really talking fantasy, lump it together. I want Alan, as a millionaire, healthy, happy, willing to work at a relationship with me and happy to take care of me, in my life, in my heart and in my bed for the rest of my life. Done!
But…. reality? I have no idea.
Why do we have to have answers to these questions? Why isn’t it enough to just live and let life happen? Why must we have preconceptions about what “should be”? Isn’t that actually UNhealthy?
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