I am sitting. By myself. In my home. On a Tuesday, later afternoon. My girls are at swim class with their Daddy. Even the dogs are quietly sleeping. I can’t hear anything but my wind chime that my friends got…
Archives for April 2016
I mean, why not.
I just bought these sunglasses online. Without ever having tried them on. They’re a final sale. :: I’m a gambler. :: This may be a personality flaw of mine. I’ll make ’em work. —
Learning Lesson for Kelly Ripa
I don’t watch Live! With Kelly and Michael. (When I was a tween, I did watch Live! With Regis and Kathie Lee… What? I watched all of the talk shows: Donahue, Sally Jesse Raphael, Geraldo…) That said, in a world so full…
Head scratcher. GEICO, you’re killin’ me, smalls.
I still have a few magazine subscriptions. (I like paper.) I get Bazaar, Vanity Fair and Real Simple. Deep, I know. So I see this ad on the inside back cover of Real Simple and my eyes are immediately drawn to…
Question of the day – our dinner conversation with a six-year-old
Lila, six years old: “How do you decide which job you’re going to have [when you’re an adult.]?” Me: “You figure out what you like, then you go to college, learn more and then get a job doing what you…
A peek inside. (And working part time = getting less done.)
I’m hungry. I need to finish that poster I was designing for work. I wonder how many steps I’ll get in today? This morning I asked Vivi if she heard herself sneezing all night long. (I heard her on the…
![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holidays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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