So I was hanging with Joshua after signing permissions slips and checking homework and all that boring crap. We were watching Chuggaaconroy (it’s okay if you don’t know what that means – you will before long) and I had just had a proud moment in which I revealed to Joshua that the Mac in the “I’m a Mac, I’m a...
Sometimes I leave therapy and wonder, “What the hell did we just talk about for 50 minutes?” This was definitely one of those nights. I’m sure a lot of it has to do with some nervous – but excited! – energy I’m channeling with regard to some recent events, and the roller-coaster of confidence and doubt I love to ride...
So here’s the post I meant to write the other night but didn’t. Except even in thinking about how to start trying to explain to you the awesomeness that is Joshua, I realize that one of the first things I feel compelled to tell you about are his diagnoses. And then I realize that I haven’t talked much about them...
Perhaps not surprisingly, last night’s post stirred up a lot of emotion and I’ve been grappling with the hard bits today, but also holding close all of the responses I’ve gotten from people who were moved to comment in one place or another or to reach out to me directly. I’m taking tonight off to bask in the love I’ve...
Edited after the fact: Whoa, y’all. This became quite the childhood manifesto. I knew it was all in there, but I wasn’t planning to share it tonight. But I guess that’s what happens when I tap into a lil bit of family history. And maybe I needed to share it. And maybe you need to read it. At any rate,...
There are many awesome things about having dinner with friends who are parents of a small baby child, a preacher, and a seminarian. I think my favorite is the number of ways I can deliberately misinterpret innocuous phrases that come from the iPod app that teaches animal recognition, or directions on how to feed a fussy baby. Lil G, my...
Back to not being a mental lazy ass. So, moderation. Not my favorite word. Perfectionism. Okay, maybe this won’t be so hard after all. Because perfectionism is, by definition, a need for excess. So I’m kind of already giving myself permission to find a reasonable – moderate – place with all of the things I want to do perfectly or...
My brain is taking the night off, so I will conclude yesterday’s post tomorrow. In the meantime, I am going to be in my bed by 10:30pm again, and hopefully asleep by 11:30pm again. The multiple wakeups throughout the night aren’t my favorite, but at least they’re not the anxiety-dream-prompted high alert bolts out of bed of a few months...
Here we are again, Tuesday evening. My therapy session was actually really invigorating and went far better than I expected, and gave me some concrete things to consider and strive for in the days, weeks, and months ahead. Sometimes being a seeker and and a Gemini and codependent and a proud member of the anti-depressant-prescribed community and having a genius...
My organization offers Dale Carnegie training sessions every quarter. I attended “Interpersonal Competence for Career Growth” in June, and one of the takeaways was Dale Carnegie’s “Golden Book,” a pocket guide to the fundamental principles these courses and Carnegie’s books address. As I was setting up shop in my new workspace, I decided to give the golden book a more...