It seems like everyone has their own form of therapy. I’m not talking about physical therapy. Mental, emotional, spiritual therapy – that’s what I’m talking about. The kind you know you need when tears spurt out your eyes, ears, and nose or when shoes at Payless start whispering to you.
This therapy you need may be legitimate – counseling sessions, help groups, grand-scale interventions. Okay, we are going to practice going to bed before 2 a.m.. Climb into bed… there you go… nope, nope, stay.. hey, where are you going? Often legitimate therapy involves a professional. Let’s talk about your Swedish Fish addiction. Do you realize the fish are not talking back? Repeat after me: ‘I will start eating carrots.’
Even though the counselors of the world are wonderful and often necessary for a person to be cured of… whatever it is that ails them, does therapy always have to be administered by a professional?
This week, I was reminded of several of my favorite therapies: early-morning jogs, playing favorite piano music on a baby grand, fresh air on a sunny day, quiet and focused (without cheating to get up and check email) moments with God in prayer (that’s the ultimate therapy). I might have found a new one, too: yoga. Thank you, Karen!
I haven’t been doing these things enough lately. I love them. However, somehow the very things I love induce guilt; sad, but true. Sometimes these loves are hard to justify.
Therapy comes in a variety of forms. Whether yours is a package of oreos, a long phone call with a trusty friend, or a simple nap, I encourage you to explore the things that are life-giving and sanity-restoring in your life. Then do them. Don’t say, I’ll wait ‘till tomorrow until I have time. No, silly. Do it now.
If it’s therapeutic and it makes your day a million times better, why WOULDN’T you?
What’s your “therapy?”