I had an appointment with my psychologist today.
It went well.
It went well because I am over my latest bout of depression. She has never seen me not depressed.
Paint my psychologist surprised. She had no idea this is the person I really am.
Today, I was my usual (fucking delightful) self.
I did talk to her about how I don’t have any goals or dreams anymore.
We talked about it, and she brought up things I had said in past meetings and then she said something that was just so true.
I no longer have goals of ambition and self-fulfillment.
I now have goals of the heart.
I want to spend time with my family.
Get to know the young ones.
Get to know the in-between ones better.
And spend time with the old ones.
Isn’t that a lovely thought?
To have goals of the heart?
I like that.
It’s nice to have goals again.