Gonna get up early tomorrow, and I suppose by that I mean on time. Have to. Shit to do.
Today was good. Talked about regret and despair in therapy today, and how regret in particular makes me think about time travel stories. Really, at the heart of every time travel story, is regret. It’s the wish we have when something happens that can’t be undone; we dream about what it would be like to be able to undo it.
Powerful stuff. It’s why we love those stories. It taps into grief, despair, regret. Those fantasy thoughts try to cancel those things out. But…they can’t. At the end of every great story about regret is acceptance. What happened, happened. There’s no going back. There is only forward, which means accepting the past and letting it be.
It was a great therapy session.
Losing my brother to suicide is one of the most painful things I’ve had to accept in my life. But, it did teach me a lot. And maybe some day I’ll write a time travel story about it.
Another great day with Liz. We worked on our project together for a bit. Made some decisions together. Hung out with Joe and Madhuri and Ashika. Ate some good food together—Mendo Farms!—and took care of the pups. Coco is improving. I think she’s going to be okay.
Now…sleep. Night night.
(and yes, I took this image from Josh’s blog. it’s so good)