Sunday Therapy

Here is a piece I wrote while sitting in the car waiting for my friend Lindsey to meet me before going to go look at plants. This reflection piece on my day turned into a reflection on this mid twenties time of life for many people like me. Its not meant to be too serious and more a glimpse into my thoughts on a Sunday afternoon in January.

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I’m Twenty Five.

I spend my Sunday afternoons playing the guitar or reading or napping before going plant shopping with my friend Lindsey at a new shop on the south side of town. We both have plenty of plants, but somehow the act of buying another seems therapeutic and acts on our motherly instincts without lasting impacts on our actual daily life. After that we go to her fiancé’s house where we play a western themed board game and all wear cowboy hats to make it a little more interesting.

I go on dates, some good, some bad. I get frustrated with the bad ones and get giddy and love struck after even just one good one and sometimes I wonder about missed possibilities with a guy with a dark beard I saw looking at oranges across the grocery store before I turned the corner to look for organic chicken and red curry paste.

Sometimes I go to lunch with my parents. They always pay for me even though I sometimes offer. I can obviously take care of my own meals but there’s something so comforting about being cared for in that way. It’s not necessary but feels good every time.

I use very common simple acts like runs or hikes to cope with the stress of my job which when I talk about it should probably leave me with plenty to work through in therapy if I were in therapy. Should I be in therapy? Sometimes I think the rise of therapy decreased the responsibility of people to be good friends but then again I don’t think most people could carry their own burdens plus the burdens of their friends even if their burdens weren’t that bad. And to be honest, most people’s burdens are that bad. Who knows, I worked through mine one way or another. Yeah, I should probably go to therapy. But I’ve got some time,

I’m only Twenty Five.