Healing takes some time, a fact I haven’t exactly embraced with arms wide open. After all who wants to get stuck in a place where you don’t know where you are, whether in somebody else’s life or life itself? But I’m on the way there. It takes some time, but I think I’ve passed the majority of the timeline.

Al Pacino in 88 Minutes said, “time does not heal the wound. It will though, in its most merciful way, blunt the edge ever so slightly.” Whoever thought of that line must be given an award.

What do you do then, to pass the time? To wait until it hits you, that life is just waiting to be lived again? I’ve tried it, letting myself drown in work, but after some time it backfires. You never want burnout while you’re in the process of moving on. That’s double jeopardy.

I’ve realized the water is my therapy. Whether it’s going to the beach, swimming in the pool, or just plain looking at it (let alone taking pictures of it), it relaxes me. I think it has something to do with our psychological predisposition to go back to our mother’s womb where we’re surrounded with water. It’s a comfy and secure place (for a fetus), albeit a little disgusting. But it’s true, I’ve read it somewhere.

I’ve thought of keeping pet fishes again like we used to. I was never the one to clean out the aquarium but I really think it adds some zen to your house, whatever that means. I’d like to get some stuff from North Coast Pets for the aquarium if that happens. There are some pretty cool stuff in there for the fishies like organic pet food and coral reef replicas. Talk about therapy. For now, I’m going to plan another trip to the beach with some best friends. Nothing beats that coping strategy.