I know I’ve been absent a lot as of late but loss and the grief cycle (as I have previously written about) will do that do a person. I’ve been spending a lot of my time over the past few weeks reevaluating what it is that I spend my time doing and while writing still appears to be on the list of things I will be keeping, my heart hasn’t been in it lately. I know that will not be my story forever, maybe not even for much longer, but for now it is.

so what is it that broke through the pain and the loss to cause me to once again open this page an type out my thoughts, you may be wondering.

Was it deep philosophical realizations of what it means to watch the woman who gave birth to you exhale for the last time on this plane?

No.

Was it an excited moment of clarity at how to redesign my life that so energized and empowered me that I cannot not share it with all of you?

Sadly no.

So what was it, you may still be wondering?

Fees. License renewal fees to be specific.

As a psychologist I must be licensed to practice my craft and the receive such a license I must pay a fee every two years to the state of California. It is an obscene amount of money in my opinion and literally does nothing for me other than make my professional life as public as possible so that those who would have want to know how to find me.

The license fee, which all of my fellow psychologists and I must pay has now doubled. No explanation. No benefit to me. Not even a notice. Just here is the feel and if you want to practice in our great state you must pony up and like it.

at least when I register my car it pays for roads and stuff I actually use…..