Writings – Page 132 – Going On 40

Naked And Afraid

I’m feeling too exposed, like on Halloween when the broach on my witches’ costume came unpinned when I was standing in the front of my entire fifth-grade class. Even though I recovered quickly, turning toward the chalkboard, pulling my shirt together, and re-pinning the broach, I can still feel the shake of my hands andContinue reading “Naked And Afraid”

I See Dead People

Take an assumption, couple it with intense emotion, mix it with loose pieces of information, and I will tell you, “No. Keep your conspiracy theories to yourself.” I am interested, however, in understanding what goes into creating conspiracy theories and how specific themes, people, or things become the focal point. If you have a goodContinue reading “I See Dead People”

Temperature Taker

I sit down and wade through a labyrinth of thoughts, each seeking their moment in the sun. Ideas eagerly raise their hands while repeatedly saying, “Oooh, ooh! Pick me, pick me!” But just like an audition screener, I can’t let any ol’ thought get on stage, and I want to produce something of value. SpeakingContinue reading “Temperature Taker”

For Science’s Sake!

I don’t feel like being creative. It’s as if there’s an old curmudgeon with gnarly, bony fingers blocking me from the keyboard while I sit nearby, fearful of what they might write. I reached out to an old friend for the second (or is it the third?) time this year, and still haven’t heard back.Continue reading “For Science’s Sake!”

Time Of The Season

Cloud wisps mist off the ocean while a quality band covers Sweet Home Alabama. A two-hour drive converted me from not wanting a stitch of clothing on my body to now being bundled up in thick pajama pants, a down jacket, and a blanket. “It’s not that cold,” Dave responds, looking over the crowd after I reportContinue reading “Time Of The Season”

A Swing Gets Swung

I’m scared that whatever mojo or black magic sorcery I summoned from the gods to write solid prose is gone. And that the all-powerful wand I wielded with the grace of Harry Potter is reduced to a piece of plastic that’s bound for the landfill. I went utterly off-script with a 16-year-old client today. IContinue reading “A Swing Gets Swung”

Gift of Therapy #2

Out of fear of being offensive or aggressive, I hold my tongue and avoid going into the heart of issues with clients. I’m not fond of this behavior in myself. Especially when I desire to respond authentically, but I feel like I can’t or don’t know how to. With most relationships, this isn’t the case.Continue reading “Gift of Therapy #2”

Rain, Rain Come Again

What’s your favorite out-of-the-blue bill to pay? I’ll start. It has to be the tabs renewal from the Department of Licensing for $419. As I scoffed at each line item, I hot potatoed through the DOL’s website to pay it as quickly as possible. Remember how I said I’d hit up the ol’ Value VillageContinue reading “Rain, Rain Come Again”

You’re So Vain

Aren’t we all doing the best we can? You might disagree, and that’d be alright cause we all know your Uncle Joe could be doing better. I tried that sentence on Dave to see if it’s funny. He gave a hearty laugh with a, “Well, yeah, that’s because I have an Uncle Joe, and heContinue reading “You’re So Vain”

Wrestling Crabs

Smelling wafts of a fishy smell coupled with crustacean shells has left me feeling a bit crabby. I’m not mad, mind you, but I am noticing a hole in my knowledge base; why all the dead crabs on the Northwest beaches? Scratch that. Google straightened me out; not dead, molted. Dungeness crabs shed their shellContinue reading “Wrestling Crabs”