Technically, the GOM’s supposed to leave tomorrow… but honestly? I think it’s going to be a few more days. We’re still not there yet.
The good news? We’ve both gotten better at catching our frustration before it boils over. No yelling, no tears. Just quiet sighs and a lot of patience.
I’m trying really hard not to take over. I want to respect his autonomy, but part of me just wants to send him off to the pool, grab the reins, and blitz through the rest. I could knock this out in a couple of days if I had full control.
This shouldn’t be a 10-day job. And honestly? I need to figure out where my boundaries are and how to express them kindly before next season. Because this? This isn’t sustainable.
I get that I’m playing a part in this. I need to be firmer with myself.
But… if I didn’t help him, who would? I know what it’s like to struggle, and it really matters to me to be someone who shows up when I can.
“Be the change you want to see in the world,”
…and all that. It’s something I believe in deeply. I just don’t know how to say, “This is too much,” when I know that saying it could hurt someone else.
I don’t have the answers yet. But I DO need to start figuring them out.
It’s hard to know when to call it quits when the goalposts keep shifting—not out of malice, just life happening—and you’re still trying to be supportive through it all.
On that note, I’ve been using ChatGPT to help me collate my thoughts, cut through the noise, and get to the core issues. It’s not a perfect tool (but then again, neither is therapy), but when it comes to organizing my language… it works.
I added a page about my “Use of AI” in my content. I didn’t use AI to write that—which probably says enough on its own. Cheeky grin.
Also, I changed my tagline to “logical crazy person”—a nod to knowing exactly what’s going on in my brain, but still learning how to manage and deal with it.
And hey, another small win: I ate something! Just some string cheese and a Klondike bar. Yep, trash food. But it still counts.