Week Two

So far so good on Hubs's new job. Week one of his continual presence has been pleasantly difficult to find words for. The imaginary accountant, Dapper Dude, has been popping up on my shoulder with each attempt to find words for ^it^. "Do first. Define later." I slept excessively last week and even that has felt okay. I am thoroughly do my most profound sorting/processing while I sleep.

"Trust" is the recurring message from The Quiet Voice. Developments are far easier to describe in the past tense. This development is still in the works. Of course my hyper-vigilance is looking for the fatal flaws in the development. "Trust. Let the seedling sprout without continually tugging at its roots and sucker leaves."

The two analogies of 1) Sweeping away eggshells and 2) Learning new steps to the dance have been the guiding mantras of our talks this week. When one of our past dysfunctions rears its ugly head, our conversation has been focused on sorting the facts from the feelings and sweeping away the eggshells left over from our most vicious tit-for-tat skirmishes while we look for new steps to insert in place of the knee-jerk reactions which have traditionally lead to the bloody tit-for-tat skirmishes.

Dunno if those are the right words for ^it^. Letting God lead the dance.