Gearing up for some personal/professional development
Life has been... unpleasant... on the relationship front in recent weeks. I'm actually willing to say that it has sucked, publicly. Details are not particularly needful, but a bunch of things have kicked my arse out of its long-standing terror freeze, and shit's going to change. Well, *my* shit at least, it being the only thing over which I have any plausible degree of influence.
Personal and relational work with Gloria, professional work with my counselling supervisor, and some new and to-be-revisited reading on the horizon are going to likely spark a posting upsurge of indeterminate proportions (may be a ripple, may be a tsunami) as I process the readings in multiple contexts, but largely in the personal sphere.
I offer this as a well-meant warning; I would blame no-one for choosing to flee the coastline in advance of a rising wave of TL;DR content.
Neverminding the unfinished readings on happiness and flourishing, or the outstanding pile of emotionally-focused and attachment-oriented materials, I also intend in the very near future to revisit The Damned Book, then move in on four titles acquired today. One of them that I have been eyeing since my second term of grad school, Janis Abrahms Spring's After the Affair, purportedly touches on a lot of commonly-held myths about relationships that the most recent in-store skim tells me will both kick my own arse and be something I'm finally ready to read. The other three are also relationship-centric, two of them aimed at issues around managing changes in relationships and expectations in the wake of debilitating, if not devastating, crises. (The third is Harville Hendrix's follow-up to Finding the Love You Want called Keeping the Love You Find, and while I wasn't enamored of his writing style in the first book, apparently he loosens up some for this one, so I'll give it a try, especially since it's a tax write-off :-P)
So.
Stuff is happening; my reaction is to bunker down and study the scenario and options available, then come out with guns ablazin'. Hopefully when the dust settles I'll have some new perspectives to levy against the growing sense that only remaining options are the big irreversible ones.
It's good to want things, right?
Personal and relational work with Gloria, professional work with my counselling supervisor, and some new and to-be-revisited reading on the horizon are going to likely spark a posting upsurge of indeterminate proportions (may be a ripple, may be a tsunami) as I process the readings in multiple contexts, but largely in the personal sphere.
I offer this as a well-meant warning; I would blame no-one for choosing to flee the coastline in advance of a rising wave of TL;DR content.
Neverminding the unfinished readings on happiness and flourishing, or the outstanding pile of emotionally-focused and attachment-oriented materials, I also intend in the very near future to revisit The Damned Book, then move in on four titles acquired today. One of them that I have been eyeing since my second term of grad school, Janis Abrahms Spring's After the Affair, purportedly touches on a lot of commonly-held myths about relationships that the most recent in-store skim tells me will both kick my own arse and be something I'm finally ready to read. The other three are also relationship-centric, two of them aimed at issues around managing changes in relationships and expectations in the wake of debilitating, if not devastating, crises. (The third is Harville Hendrix's follow-up to Finding the Love You Want called Keeping the Love You Find, and while I wasn't enamored of his writing style in the first book, apparently he loosens up some for this one, so I'll give it a try, especially since it's a tax write-off :-P)
So.
Stuff is happening; my reaction is to bunker down and study the scenario and options available, then come out with guns ablazin'. Hopefully when the dust settles I'll have some new perspectives to levy against the growing sense that only remaining options are the big irreversible ones.
It's good to want things, right?