I started thinking that I probably wasn’t living my best life when my therapist fell asleep during our counseling session. I’m sure that listening to me wallow in my misery was painfully tedious, especially since the solution was so obvious; I needed to move on.
It took another year before I would entertain that idea (even though, for several months, I had been hoping I would die on my way to work!).
Looking back, it is hard for me to believe I was so stubbornly attached to such a painful construct. What we think is necessary…often is not.
I hope you will hear life calling you today more quickly than I did.
Look for the clues outside your normal.
PS. If we are not in therapy, we may want to notice how bored our friends are with our diatribes.