Psychic Musculature

I’m in a state in-between states, a ride suspended in mid-air. I’m like a sea monkey ping-ponging around a cheaply-made plastic aquarium.

And then, I feel the steam of the boiling egg noodles hit my face, and I imagine how ricotta would be in the dish.

And like butter, my mood changes.

A friend calls, my daughter goes down easy, the dishwasher cycles in the background, and I am back in the stratosphere and have found my equilibrium again.

Still, I’m scared of falling into a lifeless version of myself who believes it’s acceptable to be on the sidelines of life.

Can anyone point me in the direction of a psyche weight-lifting contest? Because no matter how hard I try, I feel like I’m repeatedly unburdening myself from the weight of life’s fallen debris.

I’ll keep fighting the good fight; reading the good books, eating the good foods, and getting a good night’s sleep.

Ooh, I just saw a 30,000 water bead pack on Amazon that I badly want. The feel of those gooshy, slimy balls calms my nervous system just by thinking of them. I could use them with my clients too!


Anywho, time to skedaddle. Talk to you tomorrow.

Love, Jaclynn

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