My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Conscious Choices
Mark overcame his stutter by slowing down his speech and concentrating on each sound, making each a conscious effort and so controlling its production. It seems therapy should do the same for people, helping them slow down so they might focus on choices rather than feeling a debt to old and ineffective patterns. It would be making chosen actions really our own, no matter what went before or how long the old pattern seemed to belong. Then not only life would be mine, but also each event in it.
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