Running the Marathon

I’ve never been a distance runner.  I’ve always been a sprinter, and not a great one at that.  My body is not built to run, and so I’ve never really gotten into that sport.  I’m built for leverage, and for power.  Unfortunately, all of my training has been for short battles after which I could collapse and recuperate.  Wrestling takes a lot of conditioning, but certainly not the kind that I need for my current battle.

My therapist has commented that when one is running a marathon, and trips, one does not start at the beginning, but simply stands up, and continues to run.  This last weekend, I tripped.  I was then trampled by the other runners in the race.  I was left bloodied and broken on the pavement, wishing that I had never even registered for the race, much less shown up and started running.

Doing without just won’t do…

In Marketing we talk about some interesting concepts. One of them is Market Segmentation. We talk about things like geographic segments, time-based segments, and about factors that are considered predictive of behavior.

Therapy Homework

So, I went to my first session of group therapy last night.  It was good, though there was nothig all that new about it.  I wasn’t as nervous as I expected to be, and we didn’t really divulge anything during the evening.  We did have homework for next week…

I just finished with the first set of questions designed to help one determine if they are dealing with compulsive sexual behavior.  A yes answer to any of the questions is said to be an indication that one may be a sex-addict.  There were 23 questions, some of which had multiple parts.  Taking the parts as whole questions, I answered a form of yes to 18 of them.  It only took me several hours, and 2700 words to answer them. (no, I don’t like to write at all….)

I’m probably not going to re-post the questions and answers here, since the questions are under copyright protection, and I haven’t asked if I am allowed to put them up here, and the answers are even more personal than the information that I do put here.

I’ll keep you all updated on how therapy is going as it unfolds.

Change of Heart, or change of mind?

A few days ago, I talked with my stake president.  I mentioned to him that I was seeing my new therapist.  He was familiar with the therapist I’m seeing, and was glad that I was going to be working with him.  I told him that I wanted to see if I couldn’t get my mind figured out, so that I could get my life on track.  Being the kind caring individual that he is, the Stake President pointed to his heart and said that it was the heart that was important, not the head.  I pushed back, saying that it had to be both, that if they were not whole together, neither on its own was sufficient.

My New Therapist

I get excited about new things.  When I get a new car, I get kinda giddy.  I even name my vehicles.  When I get a new cell phone, I spend hours playing with it to figure out all of its features.  New clothes go into my regular wardrobe rotation immediately. (When I bought a new belt, I put it on in the car before driving away from the store.) This seems a little different though.  I was never that excited about my previous therapists.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I went to talk to them,