King MacBeth Sees Me For Therapy

Some people just get so stuck!

This is a quickie and light-hearted. It can’t be all policy and data!

King MacBeth enters my office…

KM: Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

OM: Wow. It seems like you’re really in it, and if I’m hearing it right, things also feel like they are dragging.

KM: To the last syllable of recorded time;

OM: you really want to get this time passing point across to me, it seems like?

KM: And all our yesterdays have lighted fools,

The way to dusty death. 

OM:   that’s dark.

KM: Out, out, brief candle!

OM: that’s literally dark.

KM: Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more

OM: …not a life fan. Am I getting it right?

KM: It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

OM: (realizing nothing I’ve said has gotten through it all, and he’s stuck— I decide to use a technique called “challenge” so I can distract him from that one-track mind he’s been on):

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