I’m a head case – I’ll be the first to admit it. I think therapy is a verifiable, genuine good course of action for any and everyone to take. Anyone who has the money to afford it.
In the meantime, my car is my therapist’s office, my steering wheel the said…therapist.
Just this morning, on the way to tape an audition, I laughed and cried in a span of two minutes. Laughed at a funny story on the radio, cried at a seemingly strange song to be crying at. And I don’t even know why. But it felt good.
I really don’t like driving. It’s lonesome and boring, and why can’t teleportation be a thing already? But driving gives me time alone with myself, where no one can hear me (except Dr. Steering). So how do I use it?
Well this morning, after the laughing, and the crying, and the getting out of the car and the getting back in it, I used the radio to pump myself up. I sang and danced and got my energy groovin’ and didn’t care who may have been watching. I always forget to listen to music unless I’m in a car (that may be strange to some of you, but it’s really not something I generally think about). But when I do, and it’s not music I’m tired of, I am always reminded just how much it can affect my mood. How it can lift me up and change my spirits and really just make me excited about life (is that too grand?). But it’s true. Same thing about dancing (I LOVE DANCING). So I did that.
I also talked to myself. Yep, I talk to myself. Full disclosure, the cat’s out of the bag, I’m insane. But I do. And I like it. And it helps me SO. MUCH. Today I pretended I was talking to the group of students I’m going to mentor in acting this semester. I’m excited and nervous about it, and I want these kids to actually learn and have fun and be excited about acting. So I talked to myself for a good 20 minutes.
A note about talking to yourself – it really makes the time fly by. Before I knew it, I was already at work. Win-win-win.
The only thing that will make car therapy better is self-driving cars, so I can lean my seat back and share my feelings from “the couch”.
But then I’ll be terrified that this car is driving itself and am I going to die and are robots taking over the world?!
That will open up a whole other can of worms to be discussed with my therapist.