When I’m in my office, fully engaged with the person sitting in front of me, it feels like they are my sole focus, my partner in crime. But as soon as our session ends and the next person enters, I’m like, “Oh yeah, you, the peanut butter to my jelly.” It’s an intriguing juggling act,Continue reading “Counselor De Courtesan”
Category Archives: Writings
Blindingly Truthful
Where’s the line between honest and too honest? Welcome to the conflict of being Jaclynn. Don’t worry, I’ve given myself a self-diagnosis—nothing glamorous, I assure you. But let’s face it, when it comes to our bodies, glamour isn’t exactly the word that comes to mind. I’ve been dealing with groin pain and occasional pee slipsContinue reading “Blindingly Truthful”
Showing Uppity
It’s not easy for me to admit when I find myself in a vulnerable state, when the veil that separates me from life’s harsh realities feels paper-thin. There’s a part of me that dreads the possibility of receiving patronizing consolation, those condescending pats on the head accompanied by comforting words of reassurance. But that’s notContinue reading “Showing Uppity”
Another Sunset
I have this undying love for the color white. It’s as if I channel the Queen of Hearts, obsessively splattering red paint over roses, except in my case, it’s all about white. When we moved into our current house three years ago, those warm tones of tan and yellow that resembled a Tuscan café hadContinue reading “Another Sunset”
Force Of Love
I find myself reluctant, as if I’m akin to a stubborn donkey, resisting the pulling rope, not wanting to engage and write this post. The weight of time bears down on me, though in reality, there’s no immediate deadline looming. Nevertheless, it feels as if time is slipping away. A pesky cut on my gum,Continue reading “Force Of Love”
A Desperate Flea
The darkness, once a familiar companion, now feels distant and elusive. I question whether those moments in the past were real or mere figments of my imagination. Doubt creeps in, and I begin to question my own existence. Like a Pinocchio toy, I despise the fact that my nose grows longer with each perceived failure.Continue reading “A Desperate Flea”
My Oh My
Somewhere in a small town, there’s a unique service available where you can discreetly leave some cash under a rock, and a friendly guy named Timmy will gladly take care of your unwanted items, like your mice dropping and urine-soaked oven, no questions asked. That’s how my morning started, and I must say, it’s beenContinue reading “My Oh My”
Lotus Bogus Flower
I want the Buddha’s enlightenment thing. You know, that sense of clarity, where sitting under a tree and appreciating a flower reveals profound truths bursting forth like confetti from a popper. It’s an experience I yearn for, that feeling of unstoppable awakening. In my own pursuit of inner peace, I try to focus my attention,Continue reading “Lotus Bogus Flower”
Queen Of Clean
Every time Evelyn and I have a series of frustrating interactions, I find solace in the wealth of parenting expertise available on the internet. I delve into articles and books written by these experts and often have a moment of realization, an “Ah-ha!” moment, that prompts me to sit back and try their advice. Today,Continue reading “Queen Of Clean”
Oatmeal Head
Hey there, if you dropped by yesterday and didn’t find a new post, I owe you an apology. It turns out my forgetful thumb failed to hit the publish button, so a post that I was genuinely proud of remained trapped in digital purgatory. Speaking of my dumb thumb, since I left my laptop atContinue reading “Oatmeal Head”
Going On 40 