I’m enjoying editing a portion of my book. So much so that I’m cutting and pasting it here to get back to it. I see this regularly in counseling sessions. The deer in the headlights look tells me when I’ve gone too far but also that I’m right where I need to be. The semiContinue reading “Don’t Judge A Book”
Category Archives: Writings
Navigating Change
Life is never about simple choices. I could have sworn the “Tea with Mom” at Evelyn’s school wasn’t for another week, and had I blocked out the time, I wouldn’t be in this position. “I’m not a bad mom, right?” The choice not to reschedule my 3 pm and 4 pm sessions on Thursday hasContinue reading “Navigating Change”
Turn The Page
As I paint the house’s siding with Benjamin Moore’s color “hale navy”, the FM radio’s randomness plops me back into memories – to exes, to graduating high school, to a memory of Wayne, a poker player to whom I dealt. There was something about Wayne. On more than one occasion, his chair got removed becauseContinue reading “Turn The Page”
Picture This
I feel one step removed. The zone out, snap your fingers, and ask, “Where’d you go?” kind of state. With bum in the sand, and hand on my phone, I sat readied to write this post. But no words came. So here’s my day in photos. Love, Jaclynn
Fleeting Gems
“That’s why we don’t name them.” Dave consoles me after we find the second dead duck of the week. Whereas when the first vanished, I could play pretend that she was backstroking in a jacuzzi pond with a flock of male suitors and snacking on grubs, I didn’t have the luxury with the second. ItContinue reading “Fleeting Gems”
Where Is My Mind?
I’m a counselor, for eff’s sake; aren’t I invincible to mental health lapses? I floated into a panicky place earlier, and I’m embarrassed about how powerless I felt. The trigger was over-personalizing. Out of boredom, when hearing a friend tell a story, I inserted myself into it as though they were talking about me. IContinue reading “Where Is My Mind?”
Morning Mama
Sitting in front of the mirror with nothing but a strappy sports bra on, I use a flat iron to curl a section of hair and try to describe my appearance to myself. Weathered, like a retired pro volleyball player. I’m not upset with my idea; I like how I look. Even though I’d prefer I work out,Continue reading “Morning Mama”
Dumbo To Fabbo
Once upon a time, I started a blog; the year was 2012, and I was living in a yellow camper van with a bumper sticker that read, Relax You’ll Get There. But I was anything but relaxed. The trip lasted well past its expiration, going past the month’s vacation mark and into an eleven-month van-livingContinue reading “Dumbo To Fabbo”
Sausage Pole Shuffle
If you see a sizeable buzzy fly, please don’t swat it; it’s likely a mason bee. With its black body and similar size, it is often confused with its less-than-awesome cousin (as I witnessed this weekend at our friends). Once it landed and went in a hole under their picnic table, my friend whacked theContinue reading “Sausage Pole Shuffle”
Forever Young
Even if I don’t use it, I need a plan. Being prepared for this week’s hefty client load means if I start to scramble that I know I’ll have a soft place to fall. I’ll start writing progress notes before the week begins. Even though most I can’t input until after the session, the work I canContinue reading “Forever Young”
Going On 40 