MUSINGS FROM THE MIND OF AMANDA

This has been a wild year for me. I switched from a job I’d had 17 years to another position working from home for the same company. My husband lost a lot of weight and started training to be part of the SWAT team. My son graduated and starts his first “grown up” job tomorrow as an EMT.

It’s hard. I used to talk to people every single day. Now I may not speak to a coworker for a whole week. It’s kind of lonely, and it’s easier to get distracted sometimes.

All my husband can talk about is his diet or the SWAT team. I’m going to swat him if he doesn’t stop. And because he lost a lot of weight on Mounjaro, and then adjusted his eating habits, he thinks he’s a diet guru.

My son worries me the most. He’s going to be out in the world seeing the worst that people can offer. He’ll see sick people, elderly who’ve been all but abandoned, people damaged in accidents…and he’ll feel like he has to be strong and manly about it.

But he doesn’t. I won’t think any less of him if he comes home in tears because of an abused child. I won’t be upset if he tells me he can’t talk about it, but does anyway. I just want him to be happy.