What do you see?

What do you see?

I get lost. I get lost a lot! To Brian’s continual frustration, road trips for the football team often resulted in at least a couple moments of disorientation. I get lost in my own town, in the next town over, and it gets really hairy when I leave my familiar roaming grounds. When we travelled across the country one summer, he was terrified that I would get lost and he’d never see his father again. To help assure him that I could manage the trek, I printed out a state by state map colored in highlighter orange so he could help me keep track of our travels. On a day trip to the mall with my grandmother, I found myself lost in Western Mass. I am not sure it reassured her to hear me declare, “Yes, we’re lost, but don’t worry! I’ve been lost here before and it turned out okay.” Continue reading “What do you see?”

Learning to listen…

Learning to listen…

I’m not a good listener. Not to me anyway. I’m pretty good at listening to other people, but when my life is speaking, I tend to be focused on other things. Last year, I had pneumonia. Everyone said, listen to your body. Don’t push it. Wait until you are better. I don’t really understand that. I called my sister and confessed that I don’t know how to listen to my body. Her advice to me was after you feel good enough to go back to work, wait two more days. We are not good listeners. Continue reading “Learning to listen…”