Well, well, well, what do we have here? Another post, another day, another open microphone for me. The idea of a space to share my thoughts and daily life fluctuates wildly—sometimes I’m yippee skippy, ready to document every nook and cranny of my day, and other times I’m the quintessential kid just off the bus answering, “Nothing” when asked what I did in school.
I did do lots today, though—not nothing. A seven-client day, with three-minute water, pee, and kiss-the-family breaks was a bit much. The sitting in one spot, more specifically. I should have dropped to the floor to stretch, but I didn’t. I miss walking sessions. Back when I had an office, I’d take clients for walks all the time, but now, with virtual sessions, that’s trickier. I’d have to rely on mobile data, and let’s be real—spotty internet would make for some awkward therapy moments.
I feel like I’m getting soft. A year ago, I could pull ten-hour workdays and still be ready for a marathon. (Not really, but you get the idea.) Either way, today’s workday is done, and tomorrow is Friday—Valentine’s Day. Which also means it’s our family’s turn to lead the co-op homeschool group. We’ll be teaching a bit about the history of Valentine’s Day, how it’s celebrated in different cultures, and having a discussion about love—how we show it, how we receive it, and what kinds of traditions the kids might want to create for their own families.
Back to love and how I show it. I listen to people—really listen—to what they need. And if it’s within my capacity, I give it to them. Maybe that’s why I do what I do for a living. But it’s also how I function in relationships. I notice the small things, the unspoken needs, the way someone’s voice shifts, or their body language hesitates. That’s my language of love: meeting needs that might have otherwise gone unnoticed.
Speaking of needs—my stomach is making its own requests. Weird response to talking about Valentine’s Day, right? Maybe not, because my brain just pulled up a memory: my first Valentine’s Day double date with Lesa. We decided to cook dinner for our boyfriends, using a recipe from our basketball coach’s wife. I still make it to this day. Cream cheese, Parmesan, heavy cream, butter. (Garlic—but don’t burn it! That was a hard lesson learned.)
And now I’m really hungry. The top ramen and Reese’s peanut butter cup I had earlier? Not holding me over. Thankfully, bed is up next, and when I wake up, it’ll be breakfast time. Which I will unfortunately have to make myself. Still waiting for my personal chef to magically appear.
Alright, that’ll do it for the night. I hope your day was wonderful Love, Jaclynn
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