first crop 2015

Last night I dreamt I was in a rehab, no particular type.  I’m sitting in a straight back chair with a binder full of notes on my lap, deciding what to keep and toss.  A surfer type of middle-age man enters the room, complaining how he struggles with his girlfriend, how their relationship is different because he is in rehab.

I said, “Since you’ve made your statement in a public place, I feel ok giving my opinion.  It seems to me you need to change your behavior in order to change your thinking.”

Then I woke up. Continue reading “behaving like an adult” »