1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back at LisaJoBaker and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
Lisa Jo finishes her introduction with...
OK, are you ready? Please give us your best five minutes on:
Its funny how you never know when you wake up in the morning how that day will end: how you will feel, what will happen, when those glorious moments of joy will pop in and when those moments of utter despair may overtake you.
Funny isn’t the right word, but I hope you get what I mean.
Last week I wrote here about my more-than-likely basal cell carcinoma. My dermatology consult is on Wednesday, the fifth. My most common prayer these days is simply “help me” as last week, in Five Minute Friday, I came out about it. I hadn’t done that before then.
I changed from, “No, I have never gone to the doctor because I thought I might have cancer” to “I am now waiting to see the doctor because I am pretty sure I have cancer.”
I was pretty low on Monday but did not expect the next change to happen.
Somehow I got connected with my best friend on the planet via cell phone. I think it was a situation where my friend thought the call was declined, but instead, I was there tucked in the back pocket listening.
I heard conversation I never wanted to hear.
I can still hear the echoes of what was being said and my own voice shouting my friend's name, wanting the words to stop, “If you say it then I know it’s real!” My voice, hoarse. My voice, set on scream mode for at least an hour after that.
My daughter called with a simple question and when I answered she said, “Mommy, you don’t have to shout, I can hear you.”
I didn’t know I was shouting, the pain was so bad and my senses were so off, I couldn’t hear I couldn’t see I couldn’t taste, I couldn’t do anything other than try to catch my breath, lift my chin to God and trust this change that came upon me so suddenly, so harshly, was a finite ache. Like labor pains.
I was strong enough to endure and burst forth my gorgeous babies and change from empty, longing arms to welcome the precious babies who are now the people nearly grown… these glorious people the Lord loaned me to Mother for a while.
Even writing these words makes me feel better. The timer went off on “so suddenly.” Please excuse me as I added a few more additional words.
My breath is slower.
This dress IS pretty.
I can face the day.
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Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield.
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