ears ago, I believed peace was something we got and kept when we figured out its magic formula. The harder I tried to catch it, the quicker it moved away though…like trying to grab a fly.
The other day I had someone very close to me look at me and say “it’s one thing to work with those types of people [transgenders], but it’s another thing to hire them.” I looked at her in amazement and said, “I think that’s exactly what the whites said about the blacks in years gone by (and even now still unfortunately). I told her it’s racist, sexist people like her that light a fire under me to hire more….people.
Yesterday, I was thinking about why people become addicted. Don’t remember where I heard this, but while thinking of this, something I learned years ago came back to me. When we seek refuge in drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, love or whatever the addiction may be, we are attempting to satisfy one (or all) of these three needs:
ou can't overcome anxiety, addiction or depression without allowing yourself to, first, go outside of the box... a bunch. People often emotionally limp into my office and look at me as if I have all the answers, thinking I have some magic word/pill that will set them on their feet again - without their effort.