This post was written in five minutes this morning and as necessary to getting through the rest of my day as drinking water and breathing. It is unedited, raw and all the details about its birth are listed below... so read as you will and write your own five minute stream of consciousness brain dump so that you may face the rest of your day with a lot less energetic weight on your shoulders.
I need more time to wander. I need time for my pencil to float across the page, to glue random pages onto advertisements otherwise headed for the garbage can. I need to have space for people to stay away.
I may be friendly, I may be social but dammit, I need time to wander alone through to whatever fascinates me, even if it is just mixing paint with water and throwing it on the page or circling random words in vintage books and seeing what associations I can make.
I don’t want to be bothered by other people’s needs 24/7 because it is my needs that get emptied and my soul right now needs to be filled.
Your needs can get met elsewhere, perhaps.
Five minutes. Five minutes to write. It is all I ask for.
While the laundry is whooshing and my hair needs curling its 11:11 in 49 minutes I need to make myself ready for the next thing on the calendar that felt like it would be awesome six months ago but right now it is squeezing my heart shut.
Or at least without these five minutes and with people asking me questions and pulling on my shirt strings and watching television in a room where I would love to have quiet, please for God’s sake let me be for the rest of these moments: one minute and thirty one seconds to be precise.
I need more time to wander.
I need more time to watch the world, even if that world is a corner of my porch filled with profusely spun spider webs and yesterday’s yesterday’s yesterday’s magazine I lazily read when I had more than five minutes to spare.
I can feel my friend getting angry on the other side of these five minutes and lordy, I don’t have time for that anger.
People, your perceived emergency can not become my urgency. Not now. Not tomorrow. Please.
This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- Link back to this post (feel free to use the SOC Sunday graphic).
- Add your post below (be sure to use the permalink to your post, not your blog’s URL; and only NEW posts please).
- Visit your fellow bloggers at allthingsfadra.com and show some love.
Julie Jordan Scott inspires people to experience artistic rebirth via her programs, playshops, books, performances and simply being herself out in the world. She is a writer, creative life coach, speaker, performance poet, Mommy-extraordinaire and mixed-media artist whose Writing Camps and Writing Playgrounds permanently transform people's creative lives. Watch for the announcement of new programs coming in Spring, 2015 and beyond.
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