Insomnia is a thing, and I’ve had it for a few days now. Just when I think I’ll be tired enough to fall asleep, I’m not. In hopes of sleeping soon, I’ll share some fiction. I’m going to make this up right now. No thinking. Just writing.
I had a weird dream. That’s never been an unusual phrase in my house. If you’ve ever lived with me, you’ll hear that sentence at least once a week. Occasionally, I have bouts of them, one every night for a week, sometimes two. Story of my life. Sometimes they even become stories for other people.Continue reading
Why is it that sometimes our futures seem set in stone and at other times as flexible as a rhythmic gymnast? My future is currently wobbling on one leg in such a good way. I have plans, big plans, that I’m excited about. Excited. That’s a word I haven’t used that much lately. Excited is what we should all be as often as possible in my humble opinion.Continue reading
I told My Champion I wanted to make my life more meaningful. He told me to write about my thought process on that, treat it like a prompt.
So what is meaning? How do I make my life more meaningful?Continue reading
Words have a way of making or breaking a sentence, or even a business deal or relationship. When you think about it that way, it’s a wonder people don’t choose their words more wisely, as the saying goes. Words, spoken or written, have been an important form of communication for centuries. You can communicate in other ways, art, gestures, and body language to name a few, but when two people get together, most of the time language is the relied upon form. So why don’t we think more carefully before we speak or write anything?Continue reading
Some people thrive on change and uncertainty. Others are afraid of them. I fall somewhere in between. I love the idea of letting go and seeing what happens, but then the actual execution of it kind of leaves my stomach in knots. Warring knots at that. Some of them are like, “Woohoo! No idea what’s gonna happen! Let’s go get em!” While the others sort of tense up like a charlie horse, and whisper rather loudly, “Um…I don’t think so. We should just stay here in our dark hole where everything makes sense, and no one tries to come and mess things up. It’s not safe out there. I mean what kind of people or things lurk in the daylight? I shudder to think…”
Soul searching. What is that exactly? Is that evaluating your, most likely, complex feelings that are jumbled into a knot that not even the best boy scout can untie? Is it determining who you really are without the influence of outside factors? Is it establishing a set of values to live by? Or is it all of those things and then some indescribable need to “figure it all out?” I’m leaning to the latter as I do my own fair bit of soul searching.