My doctor wants to challenge me, to get me out of my comfort zone. To stop just accepting things that happen to me, but to make things happen. This includes ‘exorcising’ as he calls it, the act of exercising to exorcise my personal demons, and writing. Especially the latter. He makes it a point to tell me that I’m talented, and every day that I haven’t written something is a waste of that talent. He’s suggested I write about the things I’m going through these days, the depression, the lack of work, the struggle to connect to the outside world. And yet I kinda did that already (see ‘A Song for Rachel’, a play I’ve been working on for, oh, ages).
Exercising. I like to walk; the issue is I need to motivate myself to start moving. It’s too easy to get comfortable on the couch and watch cable news. Maybe I need a walking partner, someone who needs the same motivation on a regular basis. It would be nice to explore various neighbourhoods, walking tours, with a stop-off in local coffee shops.
As for writing, the simplest solution is the most obvious. And so, if she’s reading this, I’m gonna ask my favourite writing partner in the world: Kate, you wanna build a snowman?
The Bloody Doors Off 
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