Building Boards, Breaking Illusions
23 Aug 2025:
Today I wrestled with myself. I wanted to find something fun to do, but Albuquerque was quiet—no real events pulling me outside. I thought about going horseback riding or renting an ATV to roam the trails, but decided that would be better saved for when my girlfriends are here for the Balloon Festival.
Instead, I channeled my energy into a project I’ve been putting off: building my own headboard. A trip to Lowe’s for materials turned into an adventure in itself, and I spent most of the afternoon learning how to cut 45-degree angles for the molding. For a first attempt, it turned out pretty good. The project kept my hands busy, even if it couldn’t quite silence the thoughts swirling in my mind.
Reflection
As I worked, I thought about the massive headboard I left behind in Florida—the beautiful frame and footboard I searched so long for. Kenny had driven me all over Jacksonville and Saint Augustine in search of the perfect set, one that would work for him, too, given his mobility needs. After weeks of looking, we found it. It became a symbol of building a home together.
And now it sits in Florida, in a house that isn’t my home anymore. For all I know, another woman could be sleeping in that big, beautiful bed with my husband. It’s a brutal realization, how life can shift so suddenly, and how words—those three little words spoken every day—can be proven empty.
What I’m left with now is a new kind of construction: identifying and classifying. Who in my life truly considers me? Who has, and who still does? It’s overdue, but necessary.
Quote of the Day
“Sometimes you don’t realize your own strength until you come face to face with your greatest weakness.” – Susan Gale
Journal Prompt
Think about one object from your past—a piece of furniture, clothing, or even a photo—that carries deep meaning. What story does it hold, and what emotions rise when you revisit it?
Spotify Song Pairing
🎵 “The Story” by Brandi Carlile
Much Love,
Stacey
