We just dropped Episode 2 of The Good Life with the Giellas, and I have to be honest—I (Christine) barely remember recording it because sleep deprivation has officially erased my short-term memory.
But that's parenting for you: one fun night out equals weeks of payback. I'm still catching up on sleep from a Ben Rector concert, and last week Jones decided 2 AM to 5 AM was prime hangout time. I did get to sleep until 10 the next morning, so we're calling it even (sort of).
This week we tackled two big topics in our teaching segments. Brandon explained what marketing actually is—spoiler: it's way more than just selling stuff. He broke it down as "communicating to the right person with the right message in the right way," and we talked about how all his random degrees and interests (creative writing, seminary, MBA) are finally making sense together. It's been cool to watch him figure out how to stack his priorities into one cohesive thing.
Then I got to share about therapy, which after 10 years in the field, I think I'm finally starting to understand. We dived into the difference between just "feeling better" and actually becoming healthier—hint: it's about changing what you're attracted to, not just relieving symptoms. I talked about why the relationship matters more than the modality, and why a good therapist is really just someone who can bear witness to your pain with presence and wisdom.
But honestly, the best part of our week was Saturday afternoon at Archie's Gardenland. We stopped for coffee at La La Land, then sat in Adirondack chairs in this beautiful fenced garden area while Camille played shopkeeper with plastic vegetables and Jones lay on a blanket. There was nowhere else to be, nothing else to do, and Brandon said it perfectly: "This is all I want for the rest of my life." Just presence, slowness, and peace.
We're learning to mosey more. To follow our nervous systems instead of our calendars. To let Saturday afternoons unfold without a plan.
Also, we finally started watching Drive to Survive (yes, we're very late), and we're putting up Christmas decorations with exactly zero breakable ornaments because toddler.
More mosey, more whimsy—that's the goal.