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Or perhaps this is the TMI advert.

Either way…

Moving with Doc

And a few riffs on stuff.

I’ve got a lot of shit.

So much shit.

Unthinkable?

Unspeakable.

Both.

So much shit.

When I was younger, I moved a third of the way across the continent on a train.

I had a backpack. A trunk. A bicycle and a guitar.

My worldly possessions.

Keroac echoed in my heart.

There was nowhere to go but everywhere…

I returned home with a moving van filled with shit and a mini van filled with love.

Two dogs. One cat and three wonderful humans. Living breathing delights. Who happen to be giant pains in my ass. This is good.

And so?

Back to Doc

Doc said, in a time when we moved a lot, 

You don’t own your shit, your shit owns you.

At the age of 25, this hadn’t occurred to me. And, this was how I lived.

I carried what I could. I moved what was necessary. I wasn’t that free a spirit though. Most of my shit lived with my parents still.

Now as a therapist?

This shit is so true. Not just as the physical shit that has cluttered up my house, …