This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Sunday, hosted each week by All Things Fadra. The content is indicative of the overlapping themes from my life this week, a brambling tangle of "What? Where? Who am I amongst, wait, look over here at this, now... Wha????"
Perhaps you will see yourself in some of it.
I just started typing and immediately I was inundated with requests
Isn’t that how it always seems to be?
Start. Stop. Start over.
I have so many things I could be writing about for five minutes. So many topics, so many discoveries, so many stories from this past week.
Where to begin?
Emma’s first week of high school where she only cried three out of five days?
My niece’s bridal shower, being invited and disinvited to the rehearsal dinner, the wedding?
My nephew’s baby shower, thanks to San Diego traffic, arriving as everyone was leaving….
Finally being on time.
Going to Balboa Park instead of being late and being blown away by the place, by the geography…
Two sunrises in one morning?
Reading Longfellow aloud at the headlands?
What should I talk to you about?
Where to start?
So much to say and tell. Oh, my head. Spins.
A sentence for each one.
I purse my lips, slick from Vaseline. I wait. I move my fingers I release my shoulders. I keep writing. I try to release my shoulders. Doesn’t work very well.
I haven’t had any coffee today, have you?
I had one great conversation yesterday! I should write about that.
My favorite sound yesterday was my sister sounding disappointed (sincerely) when we had to leave.
I type, the timer, still silent.
Where is the a-ha in all of this?
Choose a topic next time?
Be more focused and centered.
Wear a dress I love instead of one I think others might like? (I actually liked the dress). Insist on conversations. Don’t be like glue to the kids, they are really ok.
Reminder of the our foursome-family. How we are each other’s safe harbor, separate from the others always, it seems. Maybe it’s a totally subconscious thing on all our parts and I shouldn’t stress about it so much. Maybe it is that I need to let go.
The timer sounds.
It is time to let go.
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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 only.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
- Link up your post below.
- Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
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