I feel as self-absorbed as a sponge in a water-drinking competition. But aren’t we all, in our own way self-focused? That’s nothing to be ashamed about, right?
I’m feeling somewhere between feisty and lazy, and lazy is winning the race. When was the last time I took a morning walk with the ladies? At least four, maybe five days ago. But sleeping in has been heavenly, and honestly, every cell in my body wants to keep riding that blissful wave.
But I’m no surfer, so going is my only option. It’s good for my body, shows commitment to the group, and makes me feel accomplished. But if I’m going, I need to set out my shoes, sports bra, tank, and pants ahead of time for maximum conveneience. Also, with the recent chill in the air, a sweatshirt is necessary.
The second oak tree on the right as you drive up to our house is my favorite. About twenty feet up, one of its tendrils stretches parallel to the ground, practically begging for little girls and boys to swing from it. Ten feet higher, two more branches fan out to the left, and another ten feet beyond that, the tree’s top branches reach out like fingers on a hand.
This tree centers my overthinking mind midday, as my eyes follow the branches up, and then down settling at it’s base, and at the girth of its massive trunk. There’s something about this old tree’s wisdom I can’t help but hope my eyes will slurp up some of it from sight osmosis.
On another note, my friend Paul forwarded me an email newsletter written by Esther Perel. In it, the sex researcher, psychotherapist, and teacher of “erotic intelligence” focused on how to express desire to your partner without veering into criticism. It was so insightful, and if you’re interested in subscribing to her newsletter too, here’s the link.
That’ll do it for tonight; 5:30am sure does come early.
Take care. Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 