December 10th, 2017

I’ve been part of a “group therapy book club” for the past seven years, and I’ve made a decision to leave this professional family for new adventures. As part of group therapy, we’re always looking at the group dynamic and the group process at all times. With this particular group of colleagues, we’ve been explorers of group therapy literature as we’ve applied these works to our groups, our book club and to ourselves. Very rich and rewarding to say the least. We’ve had members come and go, members have babies, and tragically, two members leave us through death. The club has been full of poignant hellos and goodbyes.

Now I’m moving into uncharted territory, as I move forward with a book project that has been incubating for about this same time frame–seven years more or less. Because I want to put my absolute best foot forward with the book, I’ve decided to clear my calendar from any extraneous commitments and focus primarily on the book entitled, “It’s Not About the Sex: Moving from Isolation to Intimacy after Sexual Addiction”. So this is one of those moments when I’m choosing to leave a very familiar place and step into a very unfamiliar place. Both scary and exciting.

The gratitude I hold for my book club is enormous as the group held my growing edge for all this time, and I was able to internalize the love and genuine care my friends showed me throughout this time. In contrast to death, I get to continue these relationships in a different way. Not in the usual space, but instead, both in my heart and possibly in our ongoing crossing of paths. Departures are always bittersweet, but suiting up and showing up for this goodbye gave me the opportunity to give and receive the trust and respect we’ve established. May our paths cross again in new and different ways.

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