I wish someone had spoken about psychotherapy at careers day. If I'd known such a job existed when I was younger, I'd probably have a very different life now. I'd be like Paul in In Treatment. Except not so troubled, hopefully. And not sued for malpractice.
I've have an office somewhere, probably in West Vancouver, with a sofa and a couple of armchairs, and a whole load of bookcases full of fiction and non-fiction. Skylights, soft thick carpets, big windows, panoramic views of the sea and mountains. And I'd have patients. People who'd come to me needing a bit of gentle challenging and perceptive listening to help them uncover and work through their issues. Wouldn't that be fun.
I suppose I could train to be a psychotherapist now. But I think I'll stick with the music and see how that pans out first. Re-training for a whole new career at this point in my life seems less appealing than being a pop star.
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