I revisit old wounds like a gravestone in my mind, pressing charcoal to paper, stenciled words emerge. “These things happen” is the message today, reminding me that the best of the best lessons are forged in blood, scarred in the heart, and ache when we least expect it.
A flying swan dive off the high board sent me into a flat pancake bellyflop. My perfectionism insisted on snowman sugar cookies, flawless and ideal. However, when red, yellow, blue, and green food coloring failed to create the perfect brown for the hat, resulting in purple frosting instead, chaos took over my body. Scarves resembled blobs, and mouths looked creepy. But those nail-thin made from real carrot noses? Now those turned out well.
I’m excited about the latest revisions to my website. The flow from the cute font of the “Healing Made Simple” tagline to the colored images in the About Me, my counseling approach, blog, and scheduler is pretty slick. Additionally, the “More Glee Tool” section will feature videos, handouts, book recommendations, and podcasts covering categories like grief, relationships, trauma, and emotions.
I can confidently say I’m proud of where it’s at now, and there are still more revisions to come!
Dave and I are debating health care coverage for the next year. Even to have a good plan, the out-of-pocket costs to meet the deductible and the monthly expenses don’t compare to setting aside money for services outright. Having spent the majority of my life without health insurance, it feels normal to me, but I still experience mini panics, wondering if I’m doing something wrong. Isn’t having health insurance something you’re supposed to do?
I find myself in the tiniest funk. Perhaps it’s the fact that our infrared thermometer measured the downstairs at 59 degrees, and wafts of its chill remind me that our furnace is broken. Or maybe it’s the amount of sugar I consumed while licking spoons free of frosting. It could also be the uncertainty about whether I’ve adequately prepared for my workweek and ensured everyone’s scheduled as needed.
I remind myself that I’m doing the best that I can. This mantra saves me when the pressure mounts in my chest, my sight gets too rigid, and stresses feel unbearable. I’m doing the best I can. And I go from there.
I think I’ll spend some time studying Spanish and making sure my workweek is all set before bed. I hope you’ve had a lovely Monday.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 