vol. 91, on therapy
I recently started going to therapy to work on myself. In the past, Eli and I have done couples therapy to work through issues whenever we find ourselves stuck in a pattern. We’ve even done a therapy session with Eli’s entire family ahead of a family trip, which was pretty memorable. I’m comfortable with therapy, think it’s helpful, and believe more people should be going. For whatever reason, though, I never felt the need to go for myself because I felt like, despite some challenging experiences, my life was good and I was fine.
Some months back, however, I read *good morning, monster.* It’s a book where a therapist recounts her five most memorable patients. The book struck a chord with me at that moment in my life, so I decided it was finally time for me to go to therapy. The experience has interestingly made me a very enthusiastic consumer of therapy-related content. There’s something oddly nice about watching someone else struggle through the existential muck of life. Jonah Hill’s documentary on his therapist, Stutz, is wonderful. Showtime has a show called Couples Therapy which follows several real couples through their therapy journey. Even if you’re not wading through the existential muck of life at the moment, they’re all interesting watches that might make you think about things differently
Aside from thinking about therapy, I’ve been:
Trying to get out of the small talk loop, especially going into the holidays. Now I want to know everyone’s most embarrassing teenage moments.
Chatting with everyone about the Am I The Asshole Christmas cookie sample debacle.
Swearing by Eileen Fisher Lantern Pants with Patagonia Long Underwear as my ideal winter wear combo. I’ve been going on a lot of long photo walks and this keeps me from freezing and overheating quite nicely.
Thinking that the University of Hypocrisy article in The Atlantic is a good follow-up read on The Inequality Machine: How College Divides Us.
Deeply enjoying this thread of artists’ homes.
Charmed by Angela Alvarez winning a Latin Grammy for Best New Artist at 95.
Diversions is a newsletter I’ve been on and off writing since 2014 with random thoughts I’ve been stewing on and links I’ve been sharing. These days you can find diversions on substack.
Till next time,
Sandy Noto