The Voices
Another Monday. I haven't blogged in ages. I was wondering if I ever would again. I never knew something once so enjoyable would become another raging voice in the back of the bus, my so-called life. It is the metaphor that is used in commitment therapy. We all have one. A bus,that is. A vehicle that drives us through life. We are supposed to be the drivers,making turns in directions we want to go,and always moving in a direction we want. Passengers are the feelings,emotions and thoughts that drive us to distraction. Shouting their condescending or negative comments that make us miss the right turns or worst yet,come screeching to a halt,causing a huge pile up. The idea of commitment therapy is to learn that it is OK to have these passengers but to not listen to their constant,negative comments that are aimed to make us miss the right turns. I guess the goal is to become a school bus driver. Plenty of screaming going on back there but tune it out so you don't go insane. My bus.