2018 was a big year. A good year. Before moving on to 2019, I wanted to reflect on a few highlights.
Back this spring, I mentioned that I’d been diagnosed with anxiety, and I was trying to decide how to proceed on that. You’ll recall that I was REALLY torn on whether I should take medication.
Fast forward to now. I didn’t end up taking any medication. I did do some sessions of cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT).
Do I have a ways to go? Sure. Do I feel better? Absolutely.
Hi friends. I know it’s been quiet around here lately. I’d like to say that will get better, but with the kids out of school in a few days, all bets are off.
This is what we’ve been up to lately.
It’s 10:00 pm. Instead of being tucked up on my swanky ship for another night of cruising around Ha Long Bay, I’m sitting in a van by the side of the highway to Hanoi. We’ve been pulled over at a police stop. Our driver is now nowhere to be seen.
We love to travel. We really do. Have we had bumps in the road? Absolutely. It’s a part of the game. This is what we do when things don’t go according to plan.
So I still like podcasts. (These are what I mostly listen to.) But sometimes they start to feel a little like homework. You know, that thing where the podcasters mention oodles of resources and I feel like I have to go look it up or write it down. This is my “homework” from a recent bout of episodes.
I don’t remember what we were reading, but some book referenced inside jokes. Inevitably, “Mom, what’s an inside joke?”
Hmm. You know, it’s that thing where something is funny to you that isn’t funny to other people. Uh, because context. Because they weren’t there when something happened. Because other people aren’t in on the joke. (Or some other similarly cogent explanation.)
Like . . . I scratched my head for examples . . . when . . .
But after fumbling, I realized our family does have inside “jokes,” and I’m guessing yours does too. These are some of ours.
I think it’s been OVER A YEAR since my last ICYMI. I’m hoping to get back into these more regularly. Shall we . . .