Get Real. Get Therapy.

This past year, has literally been the catalysts for some seriously big “Ah ha!” moments.

I have more confidence, I’ve faced fears, I’ve started to develop my own writers voice, make sense of my life etc, etc.

But there’s something missing. (And it’s not Jesus, people, it’s not Jesus. Thanks to my childhood, I’ve managed to achieve spiritual awakening before anything else.)

I’ve been coasting along in NY just fine… But the truth is…Well, the truth is…. I’m not being productive at all. I’m not sure the goals I had, are the goals I truly want. I’ve been conflicted about my living situation, about my career, plagued with self doubt, and scared to really put my self out there, to take advantage of the vast opportunities this magical land has to offer. And the worst thing is, I’ve been completely financially irresponsible. (Living off a small inheritance that I’m meant to saving for a house deposit, for a life I’m not sure I want.)

It’s like I’m trying to sabotage my future!

But NO BODY should have to hear my neurotic ramblings. Unless I pay them a shit load of money to listen. And that’s exactly what I’ve just started doing… because when in Rome… right?

So, like a true New Yorker, I now have a therapist. And just knowing someone is there, is helping me calm the fuck down.

I’m hoping she can help me figure out why I'm so paralyzed? Or perhaps just be an ear to listen. Poor thing, I’m like the female Woody Allen.

Regardless, I need to set some goals. More specific ones, because without them, I’m just coasting along in la la land. Stay tuned for a turn around!