I started with a new therapist this week.
"I want to do an interpretative dance about my childhood," I said.
"OK," she said.
I stood up tall and then threw my hands above my head to stop the beating.
I got hit a lot as a kid. I was frail and other kids would pick on me. They didn’t appreciate some of the things I said.
"Now I want to do an interpretative dance about my adulthood," I said.
"OK," she said.
I threw my hands above my head to stop the beating.
"I’m driven to antagonize people," I explained. "I make them want to hurt me."
I went to yoga that night. I have a sympathetic soul there. I gave her my interpretative dance of my childhood.
She burst out laughing and then wiped her eyes.
It’s such a powerful feeling when you look into someone and see that she gets you. She understands. And she likes you anyway.
PS. After seeing me dance, a lot of people say I am the Jai Kalsa of the male gender:
