I’m tongue-tied; these dang dead-end thoughts are forcing me up against a wall. Also, I feel vulnerable; a shaky chest coupled with dagger thoughts point out that I’m the problem.
Even though they’re irrational, my mind can’t help but slam puzzle pieces in places where they don’t belong.
I rarely watch tv, and even rarer is watching it alone. But tonight, I’m lying outstretched on the couch, mindlessly watching “Survivor” as a refueling station.
Seeing the Brawn, Beauty, and Brain groups struggle with bugs crawling in their ears, blistering sunburns, and panic attacks is soothing me.
I think I’ve been putting undo pressure on myself; as a parent, as a therapist, as a friend, and as a wife. And I’m here to say I’m lowering the bar, it’s ok to be mediocre.
Take care. I’ll see you here tomorrow.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 