Ping. New email
informs me that the deal of the day
is another audiobook promising
to solve me –
this time by showing me how to fix unhappiness
to live my best life.
It clamoured to join the others
in a library of accusations about the:
paths not travelled at all,
friends neither won nor people influenced,
the power of maybe later,
and the multiple preferable ways of thinking.
But it didn’t.
I sent it, unclicked, to the bin.
Instead, I’m pursuing the radical notion that, in fact,
I’m the expert on helping myself.
And my therapist agrees with me.