“I don’t like that therapist,” I quipped as the three of us rode the elevator down together.
Luckily, Jo and Naomi also took issue with our therapist’s point of view. Maybe we felt no one could understand us like we did each other.
This commitment to one another, to seeing each other’s faults and growth, is one of the miracles of being in a band. Back then, I was possessive and quick to anger and had the huge ego necessary of a frontman. Naomi and Jo saw all this about me. And they accepted me anyway.
We don’t love each other because we are perfect, or even good. We love each other because we are part of the same team. Because we belong to one another.
Over time, I’ve gotten less jealous, less possessive, less quick to anger because of the steady acceptance and grace they have offered me. Today, I can admit that I started MUNA partially for a selfish reason: to try to soak up some of the shine that I saw in Jo and Naomi. But I stayed because I started to feel the medicine of real intimacy and interdependence.
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