That is a particularly fine rendition of Ravel’s bolero, thanks @walker…
Jeroen
@Jeroen said:
@Jason said:
seeing a psychiatristThe neurodivergent movement seems to be having a bit of a moment, that is for sure. But my experience with psychiatrists is that they are generally more interested in prescribing you pills than in genuine mental health. Music and Buddhism have done me more good in recent years than anything else.
Glad to hear it. In my case, music and Buddhism weren’t quite enough 🤷♂️
Jason
@Jason said:
seeing a psychiatrist
The neurodivergent movement seems to be having a bit of a moment, that is for sure. But my experience with psychiatrists is that they are generally more interested in prescribing you pills than in genuine mental health. Music and Buddhism have done me more good in recent years than anything else.
Jeroen
The few things I've been doing right lately: doing really well at my job (medical assistant at internal medicine clinic), reading more (currently reading Rabbi Sam Lebens' Principles of Judaism and Rebecca Yarros' Onyx Storm), seeing a psychiatrist, trying to get into a better exercise routine.
Everything else, not so right lol.
Jason
I guess one thing I'm doing right is not letting the current political shenanigans get to me. I've resolved to accept the things I cannot change, have the courage to change the things I can, and do my best to discern the difference.
I won't let it go to my head, lol.
Walker
Me better (allegedly):

Well done everyone inspiring us with their efforts and successes. Their fun, funnies and behaviour modifications. Well done us! 
lobster
our life is buddha living....with mind and heart we live the seasons.
Mystery of Consciousness
Who or what is looking from behind the eyes,
Who or what distinguishes the vibrations of truth and lies,
Who or what smells the scent wafting up the nose,
Who or what tastes the fruit that grows?
If it’s the brain, that blob of jelly meat,
Through which sights are seen and fruit tastes sweet,
And vibrations have meaning, smells are pleasing or can disturb,
Who or what, then, gives rise to the blurb—
The voice in our head, the constant stream,
Of thoughts and musings, a waking dream?
If it’s just neurons, a firing spree,
Where is the "I" in this mystery?
The whisper of "I" that watches and feels,
The pull of the stars, the turn of the wheels?
Or merely a trick, an illusion’s guise,
A dance of atoms beneath the skies?
Whatever it is, this watcher inside,
The seeker of truth where mysteries hide,
Remains a riddle, profound and vast,
A glimpse of the future, a shadow of the past.
Shoshin1