Welcome to this tiny corner of the internet where an off-duty psychotherapist keeps the conversation going on how to make sense of this life thing we’re all doing. If you ever wondered what your therapist does off the clock—which, who among us hasn’t?—this is like that. Think of it as the adult equivalent of seeing your elementary school teacher at the grocery store picking out lemons. 🍋 I typically oscillate between long-form psychoeducation pieces and narrative essays—sometimes I smush them together. I also have a biweekly podcast with my husband & periodically do an advice-esque segment and roundups. Today is gonna be quick and dirty…but also clean.
If you’ve never lived in Denver, you may be surprised to learn that it snows here the most in March.1 This is a big change from my Midwest winters where it felt like the bulk of the cold and snowfall were situated between Christmas and Valentine’s Day. There, once we started hitting 60 degree days, snow was a distant memory.
It honestly drives me nuts some days trying to figure out what to dress Archie in for school. It could be literally freezing in the morning and by the time he’s playing outside in the afternoon, it could be in the upper 60’s. The weather here, she moody.
Cut to me Tuesday morning last week spiraling about what winter wear to don at drop off.
Do I wear a coat? Mittens? A hat? Snow boots? None of the above?
It had recently snowed, but wasn’t that cold. I was only gonna be outside for a few minutes. I settled on none of the above.
Book bag in the front seat, kid in the car seat, coffee in the cup holders, butt warmers on full blast.
🚨 (Low Fuel Signal dings) 🚨
Shoot. OK. I guess I’ll be standing out a gas pump.
I decide on mittens. Back into the house I go.
Which brought these monstrosities into the picture…
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