You know how in movies and Dr. Drew tv shows, the therapist/dumb poseur will have the patient/attention-starved, over-the-hill, has-been celebrity write a letter to someone they hurt/hurt them/makes for a really good story line? And then they never mail it? The idea is, you’ll be more honest if you know it’ll never be mailed. The writing itself is supposed to be therapeutic. It’s supposed to get you to open up and express your feelings so they aren’t pressing on the precious, delicate psyche. (Pardon my sarcasm, but I feel like I’m on a roll today).
I have occasionally partaken in this exercise and have found it to do a little something. Last night, I wrote an email I never sent. I thought I was going to send it, but then the potential repercussions started to freak me out so I didn’t send it. If I sent it, the worst thing that would happen? Feeling like crap again. Maybe hurting the situation even more. Didn’t feel like dealing with it. And the worst thing that could happen from not mailing it? Nothing changes. So, nothing changed. Except that I feel better. I mean, I’m still sitting in my pity puddle at my pity party all by my pitiful self. I blame this yucky gray Washington winter weather. But I feel better. And why not? Dr. Drew had to have been a decent doctor once, right? I mean, he got several tv shows. There must have been talent at some point. And some of those techniques are still used, I’m sure. So letter-writing is one of them.
So, wrote an email. Never sent it. Am I moving on? Am I growing as a person? Maybe. We’ll see. I have plenty of time to regress into a pathetic, whiny brat again.
Tomorrow, Mr. S and I begin a grueling 2-hour exodus to the house of my parents to partake in the ritualistic eating of the turkey on Thursday. I won’t be able to access the blog for a few days. Family, you know? But I am hoping I will have some nice experiences to share and maybe get some more photography in. Yes?
I promise to keep practicing my violin as well. And I will keep you posted!