Time for a Tune-Up

Today I took my machine in for its regularly scheduled bimonthly maintenance. And by machine, I mean mind. And by maintenance, I mean therapy. It's something that, in one form or another, has been a part of my life for 25 years. I've gone years without it. And I've gone years when I couldn't have lived without it. For the past six months, though, twice a month is neither too little nor too much. It is just right. I have had to skip some of those Thursday afternoon appointments. But the very reasons that I skip them are why I make sure I keep going back.