I’m no zodiac follower, but is Jupiter in its West Wing or what?
Have you been reconnecting and sparking up relationships you’d left smoldering in the background? I sure have, and I know others who have too.
Dang, I had something formulated, but two glasses of iced Costco strawberry premixed margarita mix has my mind not caring. I like not caring. I care, care, care, and so to not care, even if on a two-hour ride in the passenger seat on the way to the ocean, is a gift.
A lovely gift I’ll cherish. And Taco Bell. I’m devouring Taco Bell like a wolf that’s caught a rabbit and hasn’t eaten in days. I even growled at Dave, thinking he was mistakenly eating my beefy cheesy thing.
I didn’t mention it here, but I had two clients tell me I’m not a good fit within a day of each other—both of whom I’d seen for a handful of sessions.
Although it sucked a major one at the moment, the experience helped clarify what I need in a counseling relationship. (I’ll share more on this later.)
Isn’t that interesting? In the wake of relationships ending, there is growth and hope, like green seedlings after a wildfire.
I’m kind of in love with driving to the ocean with Dave. Singing a Shawn Mullins song together, hearing his strong inhale whistle I didn’t know existed, and begrudgingly squeezing hot sauce on his taco.
And him asking, “Is that a euphemism?”
And, no Dave, it’s not.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 