In the past and still today, one of my [less destructive] coping mechanisms when going through some sh*t is to make lists. I’d make lists of goals, ideas, wants, needs, music, books, even categorizing the contents of my frig & freezer. The number of notebooks I’ve had over the years is probably enough to make a tree mad at me.

I’M TIRED OF THIS, GRANDPA

Listen here, we are tired. We, you, me, us. We are all tired. I’m making this post at 11:04pm when I should be sleeping, but I couldn’t turn off my brain. Yes, even trained therapists use unhealthy distraction techniques when they can’t sleep.

Trust me, I made a longer list, but here is what I am tired of:

Blueberries being $6 a pint

2 factor authentication with a 6-digit code that I can never remember by the time I go to type it in

Feeling like where I’m at is never good enough…

Before I got into this field and someone mentioned counseling or therapy, I used to picture someone lying on a long couch and talking to a guy that had expired butterscotch candies in a crystal bowl asking, “how does that make you feel?” Thankfully, counseling has come a long way since that time.