Today we both wore collared shirts to work. Anthony has been wearing one everyday for two months now. I wore my first one ever today. AND it has the name of the company on it! (It’s the little things, people.) It’s my second-ever company shirt. I received my first company t-shirt literally two days ago. (McDonald’s doesn’t count.)

July was a whirlwind. We grieved the loss of my grandma Lois and planned her memorial service. So many friends and family members told me afterwards that it was beautiful. Until that Saturday, I’d never been on the receiving end of a memorial service–at least not one I’d helped plan and seen come to fruition over a month’s time. That night or on our way home that evening, I mentioned that to Anthony and said, “I’d never thought about a memorial service being beautiful before.”

August should be calmer. I’m three weeks into my new job as a Job Coach. I’ll be starting my first ever assessment next week. I’m nervous, but I’m so excited for it 🙂 Being a job coach isn’t better than working at a day program. It’s just a different job in the special needs community. Day Program staff, job coaches, care homes, transportation…they’re all valid in this community.

Tonight, Anthony and I cooked wild Alaskan cod via Safeway for dinner with french fries. We didn’t have salad dressing, so we left out the salad. And these days we typically eat dinner in front of the next one or two episodes of Naruto.

I texted friends and family about Game Night tomorrow night. I called my grandpa and talked to him about my parents’ AC going out, making blackberry jelly, missing grandma, a bit about crying and sadness, his new flat screen TV (that records more than one show at a time!) I just love him. He’s the best Grandpa.

I’m taking my friend’s Build Your Writing Life course and it’s giving me a new writery purpose. Right now it feels like there’s nothing to write about. And yet I thought up an Instagram caption to go with our collared shirts selfie. So, I’m trying to combat that quick writing fix by writing a blog post.

Five married years later, communication with each other is still one of our biggest struggles, but a couple weekends ago I remember distinctly saying to Anthony, “We communicated that well.” Meaning: I didn’t get defensive and he didn’t shut down. And then Monday night we had a really big communication flop. I was stressed and reacted extremely and he reacted negatively to me over-reacting. We win some, we lose some. But we forgave each other and the week has, in part, has been great because of that forgiveness.

Right now it feels like there’s nothing to write about. The transition is passing. I’m not being deep and reflective about life right now, but we’ve had some pretty good days and lately and I just want to remember them.

And I want to remind myself that there’s always something to write about. Always. 🙂

Goodnight friends! Happy Thursday!