Money is important to me, as it allows me the freedom to do what I want in life - with moderation. Recently, I got the price on some GLP-1 drugs, and none of them are reasonably priced for me. If I were to take the Ozempic that my doctor prescribed, I wouldn't be able to afford a bucket list cruise this year. There is no way for me to justify that after booking a bucket list cruise this past autumn.
I'm grateful that I can make this kind of choice. My former therapist would hector me a bit on this. But he had the attitude of an addict in recovery - his whole life revolved around his recovery, and not his life as a whole. The man could only focus on my food addiction issues and not the other issues I had with my life. Towards the end, I realized that he either didn't respect my opinions, or was trying to provoke me. (I can still remember how dismissive he was when I mentioned that I was investigating an annuity for an investment, and remember how he was prodding me to try some vegetables I hated him saying that maybe your tastes have changed.) As much as I realize that I didn't have the emotional strength to tell him to fuck himself at the time, I did gain a lot from his therapy sessions for a while, and was glad when he retired to Hawaii. I've grown a lot since then, and I am much more comfortable challenging people when needed - I have a feeling that he'd be glad for me.
Why did I bring up my former therapist? Well, I never felt comfortable talking about presenting as Marian with him. The man was a staunch Republican, a recovering alcoholic, and I bet that he'd be supporting the Orange Snowflake out of tribal loyalty, and not out of logical thought processes. But then, most twelve-step programs tell people to surrender to "higher powers", and that usually translates to adhering to some undefined faith.
As you can see, I'm letting my thoughts run a little wild today. But then, it's my blog, and I'm thinking of a man who was a decent person, someone who was a little unorthodox in his craft, and who I would have liked to meet in a non-therapeutic setting - if only to finally be able to tell him that if he didn't respect my opinions, that he could stick it where light doesn't shine before going out to Starbucks.
