Living in the Now
My therapist doesn’t give me homework to do like my old one did. At least then, I had something to occupy my mind — a worksheet to fill out, a thought to catch and examine, proof that the work continued even when the session ended. Without it, the days between feel emptier, like I’m holding a breath I don’t know when to release.
I know I must stop comparing the therapists. It’s not fair to them or me — each brings a different method, and maybe the absence of homework isn’t a lack but an invitation. Perhaps I’m meant to sit with what’s already been said instead of rushing toward the next assignment. I must absorb all that’s been revealed thus far, let it settle instead of filing it away, and I must live in the now — not in the last session, not in the next one, but here, in the quiet stretch between.
If you find yourself in that same in-between space, waiting and unsure what to do with your hands, know that stillness is not the same as standing still. Growth doesn’t only happen in the room with your therapist — it happens in the walk away from the computer, the sleepless nights, the ordinary day when something you were told finally makes sense. You are not behind. You are not doing it wrong. You are simply living it, one now at a time — and that is enough.
