from therapy couch to tool pouch

on making real change in the world

Working as a therapist I always took longer than I ‘should’ have with clients.

I want to know that my work has an impact. I want to see results.

Call me superficial, call me insecure, just don’t call me Shirley.

Shirley, I’m joking.

Actually I’m neither Shirley, sure, nor Joe Kerr nor Joe King.

They’re all fools.

Playing the fool has always been wonderful.

Comedy is clear. Comedy is clean.

They laugh or they don’t.

There’s no inbetween when it comes to telling a joke.

But the therapeutic arts?

They’re kinda messy.

I can never really tell what impact I have if any at all.

(don’t worry - if you’re one of the people that I’ve been meeting with over the years, I always have time and space for you. I value y’all, the folks I’ve met with long term)

I just don’t have the heart to go and sell talking with people services.

And selling laughter?

With all of the distractions these days, it’s difficult to justify that as anything more than a hobby. I don’t think the world needs anymore men, women or ‘they’s’ of…