One Year of Okayness
Last year, I wrote two fairly popular essays. One was about how I achieved a new level of self-compassion through emotional work and psychedelic therapy. The other was about my divorce. This is a funny combination. It might intuitively seem contradictory. To me, it is not. Having more faith in myself was part of what allowed me to get out of a relationship which, though it had been precious and rewarding, had become dysfunctional for everyone involved. When we spoke to each other after coming to a legal agreement, my ex-wife thanked me for pulling the plug and said she wouldn’t have been able to make that call herself—so, I am proud of this.
However. I think a reasonable question to ask is, “hey, how is that happiness thing going now, smart guy? Are you like Deeply Okay or whatever, still?”
The answer is yes and no.