Wobble

It’s my wobble.

I talked to my mom, she’s lucky. A loving family that cares about her, calls, and visits in a time of need. I’m glad she has that. She was tired when I called, having just done a PT walk. It was a little hard to understand what she was saying, I’m guessing that was the pain meds layered with fatigue, but it was wonderful to hear her. I wish her the best and that she has everything she needs and desires, I’m still planning on visiting this weekend, for whatever that means, even to just sit with her. I will be a good girl for her once again.

I do truly love my mom and hate hearing her not herself. I know she’ll find herself again, in time.

As for my wobble. It’s more my perceptions and feeling like something… Not sure. I’m having trouble even putting words to it. This is a particularly confusing time for me, and every time that’s ever happened I’ve been in the midst of a transition that I don’t see until I clear the other side. So in lieu of understanding I’m putting on blinders and focusing on myself or tasks at hand as much as possible.

Which my break just ended 15 min early, that happens when clients show up early. So what I intended to write as a refocus well have to wait. Maybe more clarity will arrive with it.

About Treasa Cailleach

I'm a massage therapist working with chiropractic and the elderly; musician, artist, pagan, mom, B of LGBTQ, & polyamorous professional.

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