Last Week was a Train Wreck

by Amy on January 25, 2018

Last week was a train wreck…

I lost my brand new t-shirt the day it came in the mail. I tried it on then it promptly disappeared.

After an exhaustive search, I did not locate my new shirt. Gone. Without a trace.

Then I completely spaced a meeting. I confirmed it the day before, even lined up a babysitter, put it in my new Fancy Pants START planner

Then on the day of the meeting, I actually sent the babysitter home. “It’s not today!” I insisted. A half hour later, I got an irritated call from the person I was supposed to meet, wondering where the hell I was.

The next morning I forgot to wake the kids up for school. I was sitting at the couch in my fuzzy robe drinking coffee when my son came downstairs.“Mom, I think you better wake up the girls,” he said, shooting me a funny look.

You see most days I maintain a brutally strict schedule to ensure on time arrival at the bus stop to avoid spending that extra forty minutes dealing with the elementary school commute, negotiating narrow streets in futile search for a spot near the entrance, trying not to run over any children, walking my three children into the school, wondering if yesterday’s mascara is still smudged down my cheeks as I avoid eye contact with other parents.

Chalk it up to rigid dedication but we actually get to the bus stop early most of the time. Even though in my mind we are always running late. “Mom, we’re early again!” My kids shrug in unison as we get to the spot and they see that we’re the first one’s there. “Sorry!” I say defensively. Thinking back to five minutes earlier when I was barking at them in the entry, “Where are your shoes?! We going to be late! Let’s go!’

We barely made it this time.

Then a day later, a few minutes before it was time to leave for a hair appointment, I misplaced my keys. The worst part? They were actually in my pocket — I know because I put them in there ON PURPOSE so I wouldn’t lose them. The next minute they were gone. I had to take a Lyft.

I arrived to my appointment in tears. My hair stylist, aka my hairapist, thought I was crying because I had lice. No lice. At least I didn’t have lice this time.

“I think I’m losing my mind,” I confessed. She laughed. “I just forwarded your blog post (21 Essentials for a High Vibe, Happy Life) to three people and you come in here losing your shit! I’m going to tell them not to read it.”

Never one to mince words. That’s why I adore her.

My hairapist suggested it might be PMS.


I figure there are several other feasible explanations…

Ghosts. The spirit world is fucking with me. This would explain the missing t-shirt and keys but what about my absent mind? Perhaps ghosts are capable of mind control…

Some form of mental illness. It runs in the family… Maybe I’m finally going nuts in which case I’m sure there is an oil for that.

Neptune, the watery planet of the spaced out mind, Is sitting on my Mercury for the next half year. Oh lord.

The Greatest Showman. The soundtrack will not leave my head. I’ve got at least three songs on autoplay inside there… “Never enough!” “Why don’t we re-write the stars…” “This is me!”

But my gut tells me this all might take care of itself after a good book and some solid veg time. The Australian Open is on…

There’s really no way to spin this into something inspirational or helpful. Except maybe to say we all lose things, space meetings, and cry at hair appointments (okay maybe I’m the only one who cries at hair appointments).

But it all tends to work itself out in the end.

I found my t-shirt by the way. Isn’t it cute? It says “Love First.” It was in the laundry room. (My keys were in the bathroom.)

Try Rosemary essential oil on the temples for mental clarity and focus 😉

{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }

Michelle Brass January 25, 2018 at 3:32 pm

Hi Amy,

It’s so funny how we all see things. Just as I was reading “There’s really no way to spin this into something inspirational or helpful.”… I was thinking, “I’m so glad she wrote this, this is really helping me feel better, OMG, did I just quit my job because I had PMS?!?!” Haha.

It’s true, Jan 8-12/18 was a train wreck week for me (and as I read this I realized my moontime came the following week, so, yes, PMS is a possible explanation). I had such extreme anxiety (for me, anyway) and I don’t usually suffer from anxiety. I gave my two weeks notice and tomorrow is my last day. I’m going to rest for at least two months, possibly more. A great book (or several), some rest, tea, painting flowers, doing nothing, long walks, cooking soup, board games with my 5-year-old son and that should do it. At least, that’s what my gut is telling ME. I completed Martha Beck’s Life Coach Training Program last year (Sept 2016-June 2017) and I believe it’s time to rest. Eventually, it will be time to play. But not yet.

I love your work. I’ve been following and reading (and purchased) for some time. Keep on doing it. And thanks for sharing real life when so much of what’s out there is glossy, inspirational “perfection” or “ideal goals”. It’s refreshing and SO helpful. For me at least.

Take care,
Michelle Brass


Gill January 25, 2018 at 3:56 pm

Love love love. Thank you for making me feel less crazy daisy, wakadoodle 🙂


Lisa January 25, 2018 at 5:17 pm

Immediately trying the Rosemary. Thankfully that oil was in the mini travel bonus you sent. Where did you get your shirt? I am all about “Love Does” this year. (inspired by a book I read of the same name). I do think many of our brains are all just on overload and rush and hurry and worry and don’t forget and don’t be late and on on on. Sweet faces!! Made me think of the song Slow Down by Nichole Nordeman.


Anne DeMarsay January 25, 2018 at 11:28 pm

Oy, Amy! Laughing with you, not at you. Definitely some weird cosmic energy last week—I only realized I’d been mildly ill when I began to feel better–but your forgetful episodes sound like the result of overload and fatigue. I hope you built some spaciousness and rest into this week.


Ginger January 26, 2018 at 4:40 pm

Oh, so funny! I have had so many of those weeks! I have taken it to a whole new level–not only do I forget and lose things (including my memory of why I went into that room), I now make things up–like being completely convinced that I started the washer, going down to move the wash over to the dryer, and realizing I never started the washer at all. Well, good thing I’m a fiction writer so I can blame it on an over-developed imagination. You have new little beings in your house, right? a little kitty and a puppy? They can really derail our brains, like when our babies were little. I remember when my babies came I had been a career person forever and had a Ph.D. so I was really used to having a good, brisk to-do list everyday. It took me a little bit of time to realize that I could still make that list and I could get started on it, but the minute that very first little peep came from the baby’s room it was best to just rip the list into little tiny pieces and throw it away. Because what would be happening from there on out was going to be happening in baby time. I love an am cheered by your honesty, always!


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