New Rituals for the Fall Season

Everywhere I look, people are excited about fall. They want sweaters and gray skies and Halloween, I guess, for some reason. Meanwhile, I’m the curmudgeonly millennial who would be happy with 80 degrees year-round. I’m a freeze baby. Poor circulation or whatever. If you’ve been to my house, you’ve probably seen me with my electric blanket on, even in the heat of summer.

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Reflecting on My First Year of Acceptance and Commitment Therapy

I’m a big proponent of counseling and have been in and out of therapy for years. For the first little while, I saw a marriage and family therapist who attended my church, but I eventually stumbled across acceptance and commitment therapy (ACT). I had plans of becoming a mental health counselor, so my knowledge of ACT was at the practitioner level—my introduction to the modality was literally the therapist’s manual. I was looking at it from the practitioner’s perspective, but I was also looking at it from the client’s perspective, informed by my own experiences with mental illness.

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Bye, Felicity

I’ve been preparing myself for Felicity’s “exit”—we don’t know she’s dying yet, nothing’s been confirmed, let me have this—since last fall. It shouldn’t be hitting me this hard. But that didn’t stop me from spending a good thirty minutes last night putting together an outline for the essay I’ve been meaning to write on the character of Felicity Smoak.

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