Scrub, Not Sublimate

If sublimating unhappiness is ultimately untenable we’d better learn relationship communication, better learn how to ask so it’s understood whether words are used or not; I just wrote a story about this very thing. The story is based on something my wife said yesterday morning, “This floor needs scrubbing” and that afternoon I really did start scrubbing it, but everything else in this story I just made up and doesn’t have much to do with my interior process.

Mostly I was thinking about what made it hard for me to motivate myself, again, and so imagined a scenario in which a guy conquers his ‘acknowledgement demon’ and a woman get her way. Like most fiction, real life doesn’t work this way, doesn’t get resolved this way, but also like most fiction, I think the point here remains the point: if we pay attention to our interior spaces, in time we can have more meaning in our lives and better relationships.

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