This is the llama at my girls’ school farm. That’s it. I just think it’s cute. A week into the back to school grind and I was in bed last night by 9 p.m. I surrendered. White flag. Done. Put…
Archives for August 2017
National Sushi-Bacon-Steak-Vodka Day! (In our house.)
I’ve been thinking about what I was going to write to you for at least two weeks now. I had all of these ideas, but a couple of days ago… as I was deeply engrossed in a textbook-Kylee-freak-out, I realized…
You say eclipse, I say excuses.
It seems to me that the solar eclipse provides the ideal excuse for just about anything. The reason I think this is so: my children don’t go back to school on Monday, August 21st, like we had anticipated and planned…
Birthday Conjecture
I don’t slow down very often. I’m a racer. I’m not contemplative, I don’t deeply breathe in the sunshine on a regular basis. I am not a regular with my meditation app. I have a perpetually growing To Do list….
That which is most personal…
You should never be able to feel one of your body parts. Am I right? For example, a seemingly insignificant paper cut. On an average day, you’d never feel your right-hand index finger. But then boom, you’re opening a card, you…
![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 holdiays.
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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