This essay will be a two-parter. I've never done this before, but it seems fitting. See, I'm always telling you (and anyone who will listen) that we must face our discomforts to level up, so it seems apt that you should join me through a joyful discomfort.

While it should go without saying, allow me to open this essay by clarifying that I am not a doctor. I do have a correspondence school diploma in Adult Psychology, an expensive piece of paper I was really proud to get, and Concordia says can get me out of Psych101.

I believe that it's now actually Spring. Sure, I could be wrong; stranger things happen regularly. It could yet snow record amounts, but I doubt it. Flowers are blooming, grass is greening, and the air smells like life and dirt. 

We talk about everything these days. Through cursory conversations and social media posts, we learn about someone's politics, preferences, the cycles of their mental reality.