Patti Cobian (she/her)
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New Year's Eve: A Progression
January 1st, 2017 (25 years old) I woke up in complete darkness, as per usual. The hum of my mini-fan wasn’t loud enough to drown out the sound of someone’s footsteps thundering down the staircase above me. Groggily, I wondered what time it was, and if I was the last one up.
By Patti Cobian (she/her)7 months ago in Humans
My Very Unsexy Life
As I unpacked the fifth car-load of boxes and furniture, I hardly noticed the hot sun on my shoulders — I was on a mission. My husband and I had been living in an apartment with brown drinking water, sewage gas, and one impressively unscrupulous landlady for two and a half months, and we were finally moving out. It was early on a hot, Colorado-in-July afternoon, and I still had three more hours to finish moving things before picking up my husband from work.
By Patti Cobian (she/her)9 months ago in Confessions
What Emotional Armor Looks Like
My armor showed up this morning as I got ready to meet a new friend, Lori, at a cafe. In the months since we had met, Lori and I had only known a student-teacher relationship (I’m the student) — until today. I was a bit nervous when I reached out to Lori yesterday, suggesting that we spend time together in a different way: coffee or tea, maybe? And some discussion?
By Patti Cobian (she/her)9 months ago in Confessions
Recycled Pain, Part 1: The Car Wreck
I sat alone on our bed, laptop open, waiting for my therapist to join our Zoom call. I had logged on before him, giving me a minute to decide how I was going to tell him what had happened. The truth was, I didn't want to tell him what had I had done; I didn't want to tell him that it had happened again.
By Patti Cobian (she/her)10 months ago in Confessions
The Laws of Learning
Think back to a time in your life when you learned a lesson — a really, really hard one. For some of us, it was a string of one-night stands that left us feeling only more lonely and tired. Others of us may have fallen victim to a guru scam, shelling out thousands to someone who you were sure had the answer, the magic bullet. Maybe your lesson was ignoring your gut feeling about buying that car from that seller who just felt a bit off, and now you’re saddled with a whip that is costing you more than you bought it for.
By Patti Cobian (she/her)10 months ago in Humans
