Today I had an impromptu therapy session in my hair stylist’s chair.
Only one in the salon first thing this morning, and we just started talking and one story leads to another story leads to another! I didn’t realize I felt such a need to unburden myself but I know she is a great listener. We live in the same town, and know some of the same players and so share our opinions or fill in the gaps of knowledge.
If there had been another stylist and customer in the next chair, we would have all been chatting superficially, but because we were alone, we could talk as much and as loud (over the hair dryer) as we needed to.
I can be a clam, never wanting to reveal too much, or any, of my emotions because I’ll obsess about whether I “said too much”. Always measuring my words. It felt good to just talk.
Thoughts From The Passenger Seat 