In 9th grade, I wanted to be a clinical child psychologist and funny enough I’m now on track to be a licensed clinical social worker instead with a decrease interest in the child population.
I enjoyed hearing Myles laugh, a child’s joy is a light in this world. I find things that are corny funny.
I would tell my younger self to really learn how to love herself in all aspects of who she is. I would also tell her to be better at upholding her boundaries especially ones that are unpopular and to seek wisdom from trusted individuals for additional support.
My “dreams” are that of events at works 🙃 or of actual dreams that I don’t remember after waking up or beyond the following day.
Working with young people is really the work of the heart.
I think I have a weird sense of humor honestly.
I would tell myself the same things. I wonder a lot about how much trauma we could of saved ourselves from if we could visit and talk yo our younger selves.
With few exceptions that I knew of (then - a million years ago) and even now, the men of our family for generations went to sea. Yes I can swim. Get some lessons with your little man later on! It’s a good skill, and better than push-ups! I listened to story after story of sea travels from my dad, my uncles, my cousins.
Going back in time, I would tell myself to read Henry Miller’s Tropic of Capricorn, which is the book that changed everything for me, at nearly 38. I then started reading a lot and took my first stab at writing, without a clue about how to use a comma or structure a sentence. Maybe if I'd read that book sooner, I would've started this journey sooner, though probably not. I was too drunk back then to comprehend anything more than bathroom graffiti.
I meant to add that maybe I started when I was supposed to, that any sooner would've been a waste and everything took its proper course. Who knows? If you haven't read it, my first post on Substack, The Act, explains a little about my history and how I started writing.
Myles’ laughter made me laugh. Do you remember being that easy to please? It’s such a great sound. Anyone else’s real laughter makes me happy.
My mom’s little brother was named Miles. He played the guitar and died too young. I called him Uncle Moe. I miss him & every time I see Myles’ name, I think of him, which in this place (Substack) makes me want to write about him.
Listening to Myles laugh is so adorable!
I think I wanted to be an office worker 🤔, 9-5 looked really cool at the time but now, A remote worker.😅
The remote work lifestyle is really a vibe. I am hybrid and my wife is fully WFH. So grateful to have so much time with our landlord Myles.
In 9th grade, I wanted to be a clinical child psychologist and funny enough I’m now on track to be a licensed clinical social worker instead with a decrease interest in the child population.
I enjoyed hearing Myles laugh, a child’s joy is a light in this world. I find things that are corny funny.
I would tell my younger self to really learn how to love herself in all aspects of who she is. I would also tell her to be better at upholding her boundaries especially ones that are unpopular and to seek wisdom from trusted individuals for additional support.
My “dreams” are that of events at works 🙃 or of actual dreams that I don’t remember after waking up or beyond the following day.
Working with young people is really the work of the heart.
I think I have a weird sense of humor honestly.
I would tell myself the same things. I wonder a lot about how much trauma we could of saved ourselves from if we could visit and talk yo our younger selves.
Nothing sweeter than a baby’s laugh. Precious little fellow.
(I wanted to be a sea captain)
A sea captain? Now that is different. Do you have an affinity for water Patris? Fun fact, I can't swim.
With few exceptions that I knew of (then - a million years ago) and even now, the men of our family for generations went to sea. Yes I can swim. Get some lessons with your little man later on! It’s a good skill, and better than push-ups! I listened to story after story of sea travels from my dad, my uncles, my cousins.
My deepest fear now is him in the water. Something I just got inspired to write about - thank you!
Get ahead of it. Find a certified swim instructor who teaches young children. We did.
My husband had the same fear as you. And watch the class too, you’ll feel better!
Yes, I listened to Myles laugh and it is adorable!!!
I feel so incredibly lucky - I get to hear it everyday. But that cry is .. whew.
You just wait until he starts talking....
He’s babbling now. The idea that words are coming soon I can’t even imagine!
Going back in time, I would tell myself to read Henry Miller’s Tropic of Capricorn, which is the book that changed everything for me, at nearly 38. I then started reading a lot and took my first stab at writing, without a clue about how to use a comma or structure a sentence. Maybe if I'd read that book sooner, I would've started this journey sooner, though probably not. I was too drunk back then to comprehend anything more than bathroom graffiti.
Friend, I know those two demons all too well- I call him “should of” and “would have.” Perhaps at 38, you started writing exactly when you needed to?
Also thank you for sharing how you started. I need to look into that book myself. Looking to learning more about you in the future.
I meant to add that maybe I started when I was supposed to, that any sooner would've been a waste and everything took its proper course. Who knows? If you haven't read it, my first post on Substack, The Act, explains a little about my history and how I started writing.
Marc, this is incredibly touching. I have a feeling he will say just that.
Hoping so, my friend.
There are very things more wonderful in life than the joy of hearing a baby laugh. If you Google kids laughing at paper tearing.... amazing.
I know what to google now when I need a pick me up
Myles’ laughter made me laugh. Do you remember being that easy to please? It’s such a great sound. Anyone else’s real laughter makes me happy.
My mom’s little brother was named Miles. He played the guitar and died too young. I called him Uncle Moe. I miss him & every time I see Myles’ name, I think of him, which in this place (Substack) makes me want to write about him.
Thank you for sharing Jennifer something so personal. Ig sounds like you have some writing to do!