One client was barely scraping by in a medical job as he worked to maintain his sobriety. He clung to the idea that he was going to be a doctor. A possible future for him? Of course. Would it happen in a day, or a week? Certainly not. Yet in clinging to this idea, the man remained in a kind of limbo, treading water and searching desperately for a faraway shoreline, without
any appreciation for the sunlight, the gentle waves, the bright green water around him. Without the now, we can’t get to the then.