Weekend Coffee Share: Words Working
If were having coffee right now, you’d find me feeling a little quieter than usual … and certainly quieter than last week, when I let it all hang loose!
I’d tell you I began my day with a sick toddler, explaining that I’ll probably have to duck out quicker than usual to tend to him.
After checking in with you about your week, I’d tell you I’m continuing to enjoy the heck out of my newish job. I negotiated software contracts for a decade. I’d had the sense I didn’t want to keep doing that too much longer, but I had no idea how ready I’d really been to try something new until I actually tried that something new.
I’d tell you that six-year-old Li’l D is taking martial arts now. He enjoyed his test lesson so much that we signed him up and took him back twice afterward. He’s got a swollen eyelid to show for it, but he’s too stoked to care much about that.
I’d tell you I was even more surprised how my recent conversations about safety and depression helped guide me through an unexpected conversation yesterday. I wouldn’t have been equipped to offer the support I did without these fresh understandings to guide me.
I was guided also by something I wrote but didn’t post on Friday. With that post–on words and compassion–in my mind, I took the opportunity to show the world as I saw it. My friend and I spoke at length, but our conversation boiled down like so:
I’m so weak that my legs are shaking trying to carry everything, my friend told me.
You’re so strong you’re still standing even though you’re carrying way more than one person is supposed to, I replied.
I’d check the time I’d realize I’d spoken longer than I intended. I’d apologize and say I have to run. My toddler’s still not feeling great, and his favorite medicine is resting with his head nestled against my chest.
As I fly out the door, I’d tell you I can’t wait to see you next week, and that I hope the coming week is kind to you.