Was it one of the worst night’s sleep of my life? No, but it might be in the top 100. As my body crumpled in the center of a deflating mattress on the tenth wake-up, I headed to one couch, and Dave headed for the other. This morning, when we met up like weary travelers,Continue reading “Procrastinating X’s and O’s”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
A Timeline is Given
“You don’t have to figure all this out right now,” Dave reminded me, which I know, I know, but still, I’m worried. As of today, we have a timeline from our builder (seven months?! Geez, that seems soon), and I’m freaking out a bit. Will I see my Washington clients virtually? Will the office ownerContinue reading “A Timeline is Given”
Mapping the Territory of Confidence and Doubt
Are you able to discern the difference between when you’re in an insecure or secure state of being? As I sat shoeless and cross-legged on the floor of my office with a client, who also sat barefooted and cross-legged on a nearby brown leather loveseat, the focus of our hour-long counseling session fell on thisContinue reading “Mapping the Territory of Confidence and Doubt”
Book ’em, Danno!
I’ve been skeptical about the move to Georgia. Although building a house next to family, creating a communal paradise with chickens, and a greenhouse in a town of less than a thousand people sounds fun, the number of items that needed the green light was overwhelming. Until now. The builder messaged yesterday when the landContinue reading “Book ’em, Danno!”
Poky Foot Day
Can I eat your flesh if we went down in a plane together in the bitterly cold and snowy Andes Mountain range? Remember, there’s no food anywhere, and I need to survive, and you’re dead. So far, I’ve gotten one no and one yes, and either way, I respect your decision but I will eatContinue reading “Poky Foot Day”
Smiling on the Subway
“My life is brilliant. My love is pure. I saw an angel, of that I’m sure.” – James Blunt In the office, I encountered a woman with a free-spirited vibe, reminiscent of Jenny from Forrest Gump. Our eyes locked as we passed, and an undeniable feeling gripped me. It was a jolt that insisted IContinue reading “Smiling on the Subway”
Lessons in Laundry
Why do I blog every day? Richard, a past mentor now a friend, asked me this question as steel-cut oats bubbled on the stove. To and fro I paced grabbing strawberries, blueberries, and bananas to cut from the refrigerator, as my mind floated into a stream of consciousness. My why has shifted like tectonic platesContinue reading “Lessons in Laundry”
Nimble Nightwalker
Despite my drum-tight belly full of leftovers, I forced my plaid fleece pajama-clad butt out the door. With an hour left of daylight, I knew my window was closing, and hurried into the warm winter air. Not even a thousand steps in, and unprompted writing ideas flew in. Excessive litter, to the level of aContinue reading “Nimble Nightwalker”
Drips, Jumps, and Decomposition
Listening to an episode of This American Life on my walk at the YMCA put me in a funk. The political intensity took me back to the 2016 election and the fallout of some of my relationships afterward. I hated that (Yes, Ethan, I said hate! because I did). Just so you know: Ethan isContinue reading “Drips, Jumps, and Decomposition”
Yellow Submarine Livin’
In the go-go-go of awaiting a document from a lawyer in Georgia, meeting a notary in the Bonney Lake library, asking a perfect stranger to bear witness and sign the document, and then an easy handoff at FedEx, it’s nice to sit, a calm before the leg two of the storm. Thankful I’m not inContinue reading “Yellow Submarine Livin’”
Going On 40 