Annie would say she was absent from school the day this lesson was taught. I guess I was too.
Who knew that feelings were so important? I am learning so much from this book my counselor recommended.
I recently tried, for the first time, to read Pride and Prejudice. After eighty pages, I gave up. My friend Sarah, who lent me the book on request, called it one of her “comfort books,” and I fully expected to find my place in the story. Perhaps it’s not my time yet, so let’s just say I hope to try again some day.
I have been contemplating the beautiful language my therapist used on Monday to describe the place between the two narratives that we tell ourselves as we come to grips with the parts of life that aren’t as they should be. She called this place “the messy middle,” and talked passionately about wanting to come alongside people to help them realize we can make a place at the table for things that won’t be made right.
As I mentioned here exactly one month ago, I did some writing practice on the themes of motherhood and attachment in October. It was hugely helpful, and even more so as I spent time this past Saturday rereading the journal entries and copying some of the insights I gleaned into a few summary pages. I went to see my therapist yesterday for the first time in over six months, and I brought my six pages of summarized thoughts to guide our conversation.