• Spent a good part of last night going over some old drawing I did in an Expressive Therapy group back in my high school years. I had the opportunity to to take Expressive Therapy during my year as an in-patient at a psychaitric treatment center, during my Sophmore year. My Junior year was spent in a bad place, while my Senior year crashed and burned. In any event, I was able to revisit some of my youth, and relive some memories; some good, some bad, many bittersweet. It was a good way to remember who I was then, and how far along I'd come in life, and yet sometimes, not so far at all. So many things transpired in life for me that year (including: my first kiss, my first "second base" score, my first real girlfriend, my first betrayal by a real girlfriend, and more). I had to learn to cope with loss, rejection, defeat, and inevitability. I had occasions to try and fail, and occasions to learn too late that I might have tried elsewhere, if only I had known better. (for the record of my life, Karen, I'm sorry I found out too late: I'm sure we'd have been good. Fonda, I'm sorry we found out 11 months too late that we had a spark.) Okay, enough looking back: Going Forward.

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