Couples counseling is akin to me, the head chef, trying to understand a meal’s preparation process as the cooks responsible for it share their methods. Today, in the metaphorical kitchen, I observed the two cooks unfortunate inability to see each other’s perspective, an escalation of emotions, swearing, and a heaping of mistrust in assembling theirContinue reading “Cooking with Couples in Counseling”
Author Archives: Jaclynn Loibl
Therapist Troubles
Taking a moment to ground myself, I’m savoring the sour cream and onion seasoning one chip at a time while waiting for my veggie sandwich in a cozy local deli. It’s a comforting place, where you can overhear interesting conversations among community members. Today, a uniformed police officer and a fireman playfully argue about whoContinue reading “Therapist Troubles”
The Unimaginable
A few times a week, I find myself falling into trap doors leading to melancholic, woe-is-me rooms. The trigger is time slipping through my fingers, especially the time I spend with Evelyn, my Dad, and all the people I hold dear. It’s like carrying around the heaviest boulder of grief, and I can’t stand it.Continue reading “The Unimaginable”
Insightful Blindspots
In the leathery scent of a rental car, I checked over my shoulder. There was something about driving this thing, even in the familiar parking lot of my workplace, where I’ve spent the last three years. It felt new and, frankly, a bit unnerving. I’ve been thinking about insights lately – the ability to tapContinue reading “Insightful Blindspots”
Escaping the Bully
I find it fascinating that I’m trapped in that peculiar vortex where writing for others seems intimidating. It’s akin to that schoolyard bully lurking behind the corner of the building, waiting to push you unexpectedly, just when you’ve let your guard down on the downward sway of the swing set. From feeling so comfortable andContinue reading “Escaping the Bully”
Short but Sweet
I’m not feeling inspired to write at the moment. As much as I’m pushing myself to, the words just aren’t flowing. And that’s fine. Tomorrow is a new day, a fresh chance to let my creativity flourish. And even if tomorrow never comes, I want to express my gratitude for every moment I’ve experienced inContinue reading “Short but Sweet”
Disoriented Orientations
“Ring up that first,” said the man to the checkout clerk standing behind us in line, and I immediately sensed his intent. I had observed his genuine kindness and fondness toward Evelyn, who was sitting flat butted, carefully choosing glittery accessories from the “you know you want to buy this” area in the waiting lineContinue reading “Disoriented Orientations”
Cave Dwellers
“In a year and a half, I was making 6-figures.” The comment hit me on the ‘I’m doing something wrong’ nerve. A message board asking bloggers the length of time it took them to make money had me comparing my blog bank account’s zero reading. I felt awkwardly insecure like my exposed braless breasts wereContinue reading “Cave Dwellers”
The Negotiator’s Playbook
In the realm of negotiations, I’ve developed a sense of confidence. Where I used to waver or hesitate, I now stand firm, prepared, and poised, and I owe it all to the wisdom found in the book “Never Split the Difference.” Today’s bargaining scenario unfolded on Facebook Marketplace, where a potential buyer showed interest inContinue reading “The Negotiator’s Playbook”
The Splendor of a Fender Bender
Dave excelled in the communication department earlier today, delivering a concise yet informative message: “Hi. I want you to know we’ve been rear-ended, and we’re ok.” Just like a steadfast air traffic controller, he relayed the crucial details: “undriveable,” “tow truck coming,” “pick us up.” So, I sprang into action. Heading up the hill, IContinue reading “The Splendor of a Fender Bender”
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