Just Right Rambly

Listen as your day unfolds. Challenge what the future holds. Try and keep your head up to the sky.”

Have you ever heard a song play at a weird time, and although it is likely random, feels like it’s divine intervention or from a psychic portal from beyond?


Me too.

The drive from work decompresses me, yet I need to make the most of it since it’s only seven minutes away. 

 “Listen as your day unfolds.” Not even a minute into my drive, I hear this line. I want to laugh because, yes, my day did just unfold, and I’m thinking it’s nice to have permission to take a moment. To acknowledge that it had. And to hear how I feel and think about it. 

“Challenge what the future holds.” Ok, ok. I feel a little resistant. Maybe it’s because I’ve had a long day and challenge is not my idea of fun. Then again, maybe there’s wisdom in the lyrics. I don’t have to do anything about it right this very moment. Fine, I’m good. I’ll challenge the future. But, later. 

“Try to keep your head up to the sky.” Why? It’s a metaphor, right? Because I think the ground is excellent too. It’s pretty soggy with the wet winter we’ve been having, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t deserve our head held to it too. In fact, isn’t it the sky that’s causing all that sogginess anyway? It’s a metaphor, Jaclynn. Geez. Move along.

So, I wonder if I’m grateful enough. Like, should I be more thankful for my life and the things I have? But too, what is enough? Who’s keeping track? I’m not going to keep track. I’m too busy writing silly things in my blog. For real, though, I’ve had the goal to be more grateful in the past. And I succeeded. So now, am I not more or less, but just grateful? Maybe it is enough!

I’m yawning here in my polka dot button-up long-sleeved therapist shirt that reminds me of the blond lady’s shirt, Phil’s wife, in Modern Family. So many of her shirts over the episodes I’ve wished were mine. Claire. I remembered her name.  

Last thoughts. The House on the Cerulean Sea. I finished reading it. It gets the top Jaclynn food rating of Seafood Fettuccine Alfredo. I hate writing my favorite food all the time now that I have this blog. It’s like yawning; if you say the word yawn or type the word yawn and then think about yawn, you’ll yawn. Dang it, I yawned again! Back to what I was saying, writing my favorite food serves only as a reminder of how much I love it and want it, so I strategize how to make that happen. I need to come up with a new rating system. Just kidding. I will not give in to the temptation of eating the food I rate my favorite books. That is my new mantra. I will not give in to the temptation of eating the food I rate my favorite books. 

Pajama time! (PS. Try looking through images of people and animals yawning and not yawning yourself. It’s impossible. For me anyway. I yawned at least five times picking an image for this post.)

Love ya, 


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