It’s Sunday. It’s Sunday, and Numbers 3, 4, and 5 are at my parents’ house It’s Sunday, and Numbers 3, 4, and 5 are at my parents’ house, and my husband took Numbers 2, 6, and 7 out. For the whole day. I am alone in my house. For the whole day. For the first […]
Archives for January 2014
I held a pose and I liked it.
When you spend your childhood, teenage years, and the beginning of your twenties being a serious athlete, you become accustomed to pushing yourself to your limits physically. Your body takes a pounding. When this phase of your competitive life is over, it takes some adjusting. You may go through a phase where you shun any […]
The unsung hero
When a woman goes into crisis mode, especially a woman who is also a mother, when she has a nervous breakdown, a meltdown, whatever, her friends and family lend their support. Complete and total strangers even pitch in. People from all over swoop in to save the day. They call, email, text, and message on […]
Back in the saddle.
In addition to the dread of doing the work to find a new therapist who is decent, part of my resistance to going back to therapy is my thought that I’m supposed to have this shit all figured out. I’m not stupid. I’ve been down this road before. I know what I should be doing. […]
To do a good child’s pose, make sure there is no sign of an actual child.
I tried to do a yoga video last night. In my house. When the kids were still awake. I told the kids I was going to be in my room for about a half hour. I told them not to bother me. As we all know, I should have just put a neon flashing sign […]
There’s something about Magda.
I’ve seen lots of therapists. LOTS of them. Most of them have sucked. Which is why I’ve seen so many. It’s an endless cycle. You have a meltdown. You need someone to talk to. You find a therapist. You spend two or three sessions explaining your situation and unloading all your shit onto this person. […]