This is my most exact SOCSunday post yet. Seriously - five minutes on the dot. There is a form, there is a shape to this writing. I stayed on track and after spending much of the morning in creative mode, did a decent job and actually rested my thoughts along the way.
After I post this, I'm going to wash dishes. That feels like a bit of the rest I'm seeking.
It has been a morning filled with writing and thinking and sculpting thought and putting pieces together and reading and painting and… my mind is feeling so stretched and so full, it is like eating a very chocolate cupcake with very chocolate frosting and licking my fingers and then wondering. “Why the hell did I do that without taking a break?” so here I am, writing for five minutes about nothing and everything as I allow my gut a moment to translate.
Stream of consciousness, after all, creates space.
It lets some of that initial thought clutter its due - like an open mic for random thoughts. They like that possibility of being heard by someone instead of muttering in the untranslatable gloom of inexpressed thought.
Make that unexpressed thought.
Stream of consciousness is heady with mistakes. Good ones, much of the time, but mistakes nonetheless which is terrific practice for those of us breaking out of the bondage of perfectionism. That would be a great title for a cheesy self help book. It would be something like “7 Killer Keys to Breaking the Bondage of Perfectionism (From Someone Who has been there, done that and designed and sold the damn t-shirt!")
My shoulders feel better already.
My daughter plunks on the couch with wet hair, a t-shirt and panties and no pants. Yesterday she did the same thing and bellowed, “You see my legs! Big deal, get over it!”
I am wearing a muu muu afterall, barefeet on a footrest, DIY lap desk holding my computer.
I think I was much more entertaining before my free flow was interrupted by other people’s guides. I have twenty seconds left, my timer tells me.
Nothing? No more? No pithy, seventeen syllable didactic nugget of deliciousness?
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 guidelines…
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 the AllThingsFadra.com 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 and show some love.
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