I suck at texting. I type a sentence, question my intentions, re-write it or don’t, then in a fit of stress, say “eff it,” and press send. It happens mostly when I reschedule clients or with friends I have infrequent contact with.
During stressful times in counseling sessions, I imagine I’m skipping rocks. Splitting my attention is a recent thing, and I’m digging it. It’s soothing, and man! I get some good bounces off the lake’s surface.
I picked up a free “plant” from Offerup today, but like I told my friend, due to its woody base I’m sure it’s a tree.
T-minus seven minutes until I see my last appointment before the holiday break. It’s a couple working on communicating more effectively.
Aren’t we all?
In a text, Peter told me about a 6.4 earthquake in Humboldt County. Thankfully he is at his home in Venice Beach, but a state of emergency has been declared. I always forget how when an earthquake hits, it’s not a one-and-done thing, instead, multiple aftershocks and quakes take place.
He needs a body, he told me. An able-bodied person to carry out lifting and carrying of stuff.
My birth mom does that. She prunes, digs, and assists a woman no longer physically capable with her garden and household chores a few days a week. And it’s meaningful work for her.
Update: It’s a ficus tree.
One takeaway from the session with the couple was how differently the wife and I heard the husband’s “I don’t know.” Due to their history, she heard it as an excuse, whereas I felt confident he really didn’t know. This came up in the final five minutes, so we’ll revisit it together next week.
It’s relaxation time now. Perhaps a little darts, a little tv, and a little cuddling.
Love, Jaclynn
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