I often wonder if I show signs of schizophrenia with my post titles (obviously I am kidding). They jump up in my mind and I sometimes think they’re not that consistent.
But here’s the thing.
The reason I go to therapy is to sort out all the crap in my head. I find it very helpful, having an objective person to talk with who has nothing to do with my previous life. I realise plenty hate the idea of therapy.
I wonder that it’s because of not wanting help.
I wonder it’s because we genuinely like chaos and drama.
I remember my ex telling me “he went to therapy because of me” (this, by the way, during a split!). Needless to say, he didn’t address any of the real issues. He went to torment the therapist that our relationship was so successful and enjoyed watching the therapist squirm in confusion. Such a joke.
No, the purpose of any kind of help is to make things simple and get rid of drama and excuses. Freeing up energy and space to get the important things done.
I’ve wrangled over schedules and the best ways of getting stuff done but things evolve. How we behave over time changes once we’ve thrown ourselves into activity and figured out the necessary as we go.
The desire for perfect answers is the most perfect way to procrastinate and end up in the same position as where we started.
This conception of simplicity is not meek, it is not lacking, it is not defeatist.
My conception of simplicity is efficiency, purposeful, embodying a total lack of bullshit.