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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.

on the matsI’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 say that I was surprised how people connected to my short post about post partum depression, and another I wrote a few hours after I learned of Alan Rickman‘s passing.

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.


  1. January 17, 2016 at 6:29 am

    Hi Deb. I’ll check out your PND story in the morning. Congrats on the new work direction. Hope all goes well. Hope your son feels better real soon.
    Best wishes, Rowena

  2. January 17, 2016 at 9:08 am

    It’s always great to really like your job. Sorry about the sick toddler, though. There have been some nasty things going around this year. I hope you have a great week.

    • January 17, 2016 at 7:19 pm

      I’d gotten so accustomed to tolerating my job (as in, negotiating contracts, not in relation to any particular company) and looking for silver linings to tide me over that it’s still weird and wondrous to be excited for all the puzzles and challenges ahead! I feel better by the day about taking this leap. 🙂

      Littler seemed to be doing much better by bedtime, happily. I hope it keeps up! I also hope you have a great week.

  3. January 17, 2016 at 10:44 am

    Hope the wee one feels better. Happy week to all! ~Tara

  4. January 17, 2016 at 11:00 am

    I hope your sick boy is back to his usual self quickly. And of course he gets comfort nestled close to your heart.
    Tired and a bit overwhelmed here. But revelling in the predawn quiet. Soft rosy fingers are just stretching across the sky, and the early birds are carolling.

    • January 17, 2016 at 7:23 pm

      Predawn quiet, mmm. I love your description of that, and also the bit of quiet time I get in the darkness before Littler J arises. (Rough are the days where he arises before I’ve gotten them!)

      I’m sorry you’re tired and overwhelmed. I hope there’s easing ahead. ♥

  5. January 17, 2016 at 12:14 pm

    I feel that God will never gave us more than we can handle. Often the change is really the best for us. Bei gable to defend yourself never hurts.

    • January 17, 2016 at 7:27 pm

      True about defending yourself! I am a bit uncomfortable with the idea God won’t give us more than we can handle, but I do believe that which we handle–with or without (apparent?) help–makes us stronger. The last few days, I’m grateful to be stepping even further out of survival mode myself, and able to see clearly how those rough patches navigated have made me stronger … not invincible, certainly, but stronger!

      • January 18, 2016 at 9:59 am

        Yes surviving rough patches will make you a better person. I put myself and let happens arrive. I don’t know know his plans or why I am still here.

  6. January 17, 2016 at 5:19 pm

    Hope the kiddo is feeling better soon!

    I’m always interested by the posts that people connect to most after I write them—sometimes I can predict what they’ll be, but sometimes it’s completely unexpected.

    • January 17, 2016 at 7:28 pm

      Thanks, Diana! He seems to be on the mend, happily.

      I was really surprised about those two posts because they were ones I wrote quickly with minimal editing. It seems like the ones I’ve poured my heart and soul into in the entries it takes me three hours to write (which, granted, isn’t often) would be the ones that’d really hit … but that’s not always, or nearly always, the case. Funny that I keep thinking it will be! :p

      • January 17, 2016 at 8:01 pm

        haha…That’s exactly what I mean about which posts grab people and which ones don’t get as much attention.

  7. January 18, 2016 at 12:08 am

    “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.”

    Can I steal this for a poster?

  8. January 19, 2016 at 3:04 am

    I am so happy you are finding balance and happiness in your new work. I think I would just sit and smile as you told me.

    I, like Jesska, love your call and response which is truly what it was. This is perfect and something I suspect we have all felt and needed to hear at some point.

    Reading the comments, I am happy Littler is feeling better. It is always so terrible when young ones are sick, they really can’t tell you what hurts.

    I would have so much to tell you, so many things are changing so fast; it can all wait though. ❤

    • January 20, 2016 at 4:29 am

      Littler got well just in time for the rest of us to be hit with it, but the good news is it worked its way through us quickly! (Well, the jury’s still out for Anthony, but still! :p)

      Most of all,
      ♥ ♥ ♥

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