A crackly “crshsshhhh,” like the static from a CB radio on a long-haul truck, interrupted the lovely landing ending of the 55-minute mark of my 11 am counseling appointment. As I escorted the patient out, I identified the source of the disturbance – my blue walkie-talkie. I pressed the side button, “You there?”
The patient turned curiously, and I pointed to the walkie-talkie draped around my neck, “Got this bad boy as a Christmas gift, looks like I’m being summoned.” They chuckled, “Got it, see you next week.” With a tip of my forehead, I pressed again, “You there?”
“Mom! We’re here,” chimed the littlest voice, akin to that of the squeakiest elf. “Do you want food?”
Did I want food?
Anticipating Dave and Evelyn were heading home up the hill rather than taking the right into town, I was more than surprised when that initial crackle hit. They couldn’t have been in range, or so I thought. But there they were, the walkie-talkie in full swing, providing a delightful surprise to conclude my session.
As the day winds down, I find myself perplexed after a 30-minute Zoom call with a representative from Alma. Despite my hopeful expectations for transitioning to them or using it alongside Headway for insurance purposes in my business, a question from Dave altered my plan. Where I believed all the details were ironed out, I now find myself back at the drawing board. It feels like dang Groundhog Day.
Tonight, writing feels like pulling teeth. Sentences refuse to flow, everything seems dull, and the desire to bail is strong. It’s the kind of mood where you contemplate rolling the car window down and jumping out. Speaking of car windows, there was this one time as a teen when a friend accidentally rolled up my bicep while I was waving goodbye to a friend. It hurt! Thankfully, my friend quickly pushed it back down, and no harm was done. I wonder if anyone else has experienced this. Have you? Please tell me I’m not alone.
Uncertain about my next move, I realize the Groundhog Day sentiment still lingers in the recesses of my mind. Knowing myself, I’ll probably scour Reddit, Facebook groups, and Google for answers that likely won’t apply to my unique situation. I truly need to consult someone who can provide a solution for me, rather than attempting to extract meaning from a bunch of irrelevant sources.
Phew. Now that I’ve acknowledged that, I can just let it go and read my fun book instead. Thanks for allowing me to process my inner mouse trap.
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 