The Literate Kitty

If there’s one thing I know a little something about, it’s finding myself.   Or—and this is definitely a more accurate way to put it—“being on an endless journey of continually trying to find myself”. No one goes through life unscathed. There are bumps in the road, myriad traumas (both major and minor), and O h, So. Much. baggage that each of us totes along, wherever we go.  But, how do we attack that journey… that is the question. From flat-out denying there even is any learning to be done [in other words, flying the bird at the idea of any and all navel-gazing], to moderate [and essentially solitary] forms of self-exploration—books, online seminars, etc., to time [and boatloads of $] spent on professional therapists, to [once again, time, and boatloads of $] spent on/in/with in-person retreats, courses, programs [and really, whatever else they elect to brand themselves as]… the options are seemingly endless.  Basically, though, it all boils down to something p...