My boomer parents said, 'Just go to college, get a good job, and buy a house.'

I did all three, and now my house is a very expensive framed diploma.

My therapist told me to 'do the work' and sit with my uncomfortable feelings.

So I added them to my calendar for next Tuesday at 3 PM, right after laundry.

My therapist encouraged me to find healthy ways to self-soothe.

So I started color-coding my anxiety spreadsheet.

I've been doing the work in therapy to develop healthier coping mechanisms

Now I can procrastinate with a clear conscience and call it 'self-care'.