My office is empty without my leafy monstera plant, filling the space to the left of my chair. I placed the guitar there as a filler, but I do believe on my return even the guitar will go. I’m no guitar player. Uh oh. A habit. I could start by picking it up.
Which I did!
During my last in-person session, the topic of my client not knowing how to tune a guitar came up. “Oh really?” So, I picked it up, showed them how to tune four strings, then had them tune two. “This is easy,” they told me, and together we committed to a bit more strumming.
I’m not perfect. Even with another five-star for our little engine that could Airbnb, that my initial message to them about the key being under the mat was omitted dinged us. Oh, and something about location’s walkability. Whatever. I’m still on track to super host status.
It’s a brilliant starry sky over here at the ocean where light pollution doesn’t exist. The sky is black, making the hazy star clusters of galaxies visible. Evelyn asked, “Someday can we stay outside forever and find wishing stars?” Definitely.
I’m utilizing an image of a huge open area as a tool to put space between me and my stresses. And it’s working. Perhaps if I’m consistent I can lessen the moments where I hit my max capacity.
Like when a moment ago Evelyn wouldn’t hold the glass of warm milk. It’s too hot, she said and then started crying. It wasn’t, but I got frustrated. Dave got ice, and I stepped outside for a break. It’s that hitting the top ding-a-ling on the strongman stress level I want to improve. And I know I can do it.
No wishing stars out here tonight. Just a couple gnats bouncing off the light on my screen.
I better call it. It’s an hour until I turn into a pumpkin.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 