The idea to write in my book was replaced by scrolling TikTok, stopping to watch Jenny McCarthy’s live thread selling her makeup, and buying her mascara. It wasn’t totally impulsive, ok? I needed to replace the four-year-old, dried-out stuff in the drawer anyway.
I also watched twenty videos of a Vietnamese salon pulling a fruit roll-up consistency mask off clients’ faces, revealing mini skyscrapers of white pus and zit ooze. Am I the only one who lives to watch a dermatologist taking a needle eye to blackheads and seeing them burst forth like Old Faithful?
Probably.
Why does my mind go blank when I sit to write? All day, thoughts and ideas surge like a raging river, and the moment I give them an outlet, they play peek-a-boo?
Reid responded to my previous Marco Polo video message. His “accept and let go” idea was in response to my wanting more for a friend and the worry I felt. He said it’s okay to want for them but then to let it go. It’s in attaching ourselves that’s the problem. Having a therapist for a friend is the best. Now, I only need a lawyer, accountant, and car mechanic.
Today a client asked if their parent could come to the session next week, and of course, I said yes. I’m a big fan of meeting clients’ family and friends. But with this one, I’m apprehensive. Something in how the client phrased their mom’s desire makes me leery like they want to scope things out and point out what we’re doing wrong. Which saying I believe, is absolutely their right. But my right is I can disagree. But, instead of saying I disagree, I can give evidence to support our work or just defer to the client.
One more day of work, and then it’s the final push to get our house ready to sell. This weekend’s goal involves planting flowers, painting the bottom deck, emptying rooms for the stager, taking a video for the stager, and boxing up the garage’s keep items. The list is reasonably light, which, is nice. With how much has been on my plate, I feel like I’m missing something. Oh yeah, finish pressure washing the driveway.
I’m pausing typing to listen. Was that ice dropping in the freezer or keys rattling the front door open? I’d be surprised if Dave is home this early from board gaming. Since I’m not hearing the thuds of his steps coming up the stairs it’s not him. Come to think of it, maybe I’ll use that freshly fallen ice in my nightstand cup. There’s nothing like ice water.
Alrighty. Thanks for letting me chat with you. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 