Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid. Heinrich Heine

I quit therapy because my analyst was trying to help me behind my back.
Richard Lewis

Shun the Facebook games if you must, but for me right now, they’re cheaper than therapy. Where else can I design a farm or a park, decorate and redecorate an apartment and buy a great new wardrobe whenever I want without spending a dime? The one thing I have to watch out for is obsessively making a job out of them instead of a game.

My former coworker left me a voice mail the other day bringing flashbacks of last year at this time. I felt nauseous and almost panicky, and I sent her an email answer rather than call her back. During the three years I worked that job, she and I were the only two paid employees. She knows her job frontwards and backwards and is excellent at what she does. However, she’s an extremely strong personality and I spent a lot of my time soothing ruffled feathers and putting out brushfires between her and some of the board members and volunteers. The real problems came on at the end of last year when my mother was in hospice and I was working time and a half for half-time pay and all of the scutwork and actual labor fell to me. I doubt I’d have even survived if Jack hadn’t helped me as much as he did – for free. The good thing is that the back-to-back deadlines and the pressure from her helped me decide to quit. I had shingles by then and decided it wasn’t worth ruining my health.

Anyway, they’ve asked me for a few things off and on this year and it was no big deal. Her question was really no big deal either, but my body didn’t seem to know that. And today I had to dig up my copy of an updated mailing list for them. I knew better than to get rid of my copies of all the paperwork and stored it all on our external drive. But she invited me to this year’s seminar and I won’t be going. I said I was taking the year off and I meant it. Of course it’s not like I’ve done nothing. I’ve read 58 novels and played a lot of Facebook games. I might just take next year off, too.

Creativity not committed to public purpose is merely therapy or ego satisfaction.
Ernest A. Jones
So what’s your point, Ernest?







Paige Turner