Larry and me, on one of our trips to Savannah, GA. I do this, happily. In 2013, my therapist Melissa suggested something radical: stop doing anything you can't agree to do happily. "Okaaaaaaay... " I retorted," to her suggestion, not even mildly shocked. "Who can afford to exclusively do things that make them happy? Probably not even Donald Trump. I mean, there's just stuff you have to do in life. You gotta do these things to survive. Or you have to do them so the house won't be condemned. Who gets all happy clappy when cleaning the bathroom... except maybe my friend Joanne? What about the things that beg be done? The things that, without my doing them, may literally cause everything to fall apart?” “Only agree to it if you can do it happily,” she maintained. I seriously thought my therapist was whack for a moment. My world was about to fall apart...I just knew it! I envisioned myself running back to Melissa to fix other proble
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