It’s funny how when things are good my brain likes to pitch me worst case scenarios as if to impress a big studio boss. Particularly when things are going really well, I find myself up until 2AM thinking about copyright or my hairline or the likelihood of ever ending up in jail. Would you like to hear more potential scenarios? I stand in front of the mirror watching my pupils go wide and small. Would you like to google pulsating pupils? My heart is racing as I’m trying to stop the loop of thoughts in my head.
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“I’m sorry this is showing up for you in this way.”, I remember the voice of my therapist and her concerned look on the screen. The pipes are ticking as I try to dig deeper into the memory and when they finally stop a pigeon starts cooing outside. She does it every morning and when I google “what sound pigeon make?”, I feel a little bit more sympathetic: “pigeons make a prolonged cooing sound at the nest when trying to attract a mate.”1 Aren’t we a…