There are moments when I find flow and kinda rock at life. Faced with no Easter-themed treats due to sheltering in place, etc., I ransacked the pantry and discovered we had sugar, strawberry, gelatin, and chocolate. Magic happened and I made the loveliest of chocolate-dipped, sprinkle-covered, pink marshmallows for the fam. Other than briefly gluing myself to the kitchen counter with hell-hot sugar water, I was riding high.
Moments later, I transitioned to work brain to do some video meetings. I’ve been lighting candles to signal to my mind and body that we are transitioning to work mode (because my commute is now 12 steps instead of 12 minutes). For the second time in 2 weeks, I tried to light a battery-powered candle. The same candle. It created what I imagine to be toxic vapors and I tumbled into a brief shame spiral.
So how am I handling things? Wonderfully and problematically. Both are true. Neither are a reflection of who I am…just how I’m coping in a given moment. Marshmallow successes and candle meltdowns are welcome here.
Reflections on lessons learned from being a therapist and adoptive dad.