My curiosity is not enough to open that door. “Oooh, that’s good, I’m writing that down,” a teenage client said, thumbing what I’d said into their phone. “Ooh, ok. I’ll do the same. For my blog,” I said, typing up the above.
Lately, I’ve been painting a picture, something I’ve noticed people are responding to—one where I create a ball with my arms and say, “This is yours to protect, you’ve worked hard for it. And just because someone knocks doesn’t mean you have to let them in. It could risk what you’ve built.”
“Ooh, risk. I’m writing that down too,” they said.
It’s been two days, and this particular client’s body is still shaking, still experiencing the residual symptoms of putting themselves in an unsafe experience. And the reason was, they were curious.
Should I… I wonder if… Maybe this time… Curiosity can be risky, can it not? It is what killed the cat after all.
I’ll be honest, I really want to see what happens with Krisse-ly and Rasmus on Love is Blind, Sweden Edition. Without physically seeing each other, they’ve built such a safe and connected space with one another. I’m interested now that they’ve seen each other physically, how it will grow or change. Soon, Jaclynn, soon.
In a past life, I was an interior designer. So when my long-time and real estate agent friend suggested we hire a professional stager to help sell our house, I was all about it. Considering houses that stage sell for more, I’m also all about that too. But ultimately, it will be fun to have someone in here and make this place up like Cinderella for the ball.
Well, it’s getting late. If I bow out now I can get one episode in before bed.
Love ya, Jaclynn
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