for five minutes. Uninterrupted and without editing. And then, I join in with so many others over at Lisa-Jo Baker’s place to share and read and say, “Me too!”. Join us? Click the button below to do just that.
Without fear of perfection, I am allowing myself to dig into what’s percolating in this brain of mine today. I consciously choose to shoosh those little demons of despair and tell them Who’s Boss. (And it’s not me!)
I live in a fast paced world that is on the constant prowl for the next snippet of Interesting to consume. It seems like too much, too much, too much. Maybe if I allowed myself the peace that comes with being still, I could discern between which of those snippets to really dig into.
The one about ditching the devil dogs in favor of more exercise. (The yoga pants have been talking to me again!)
The little tidbit about Perfectionism and how it taints even the good things that are emerging from my soul-deep places? (Those demons of despair – they can be so loud!)
How about the friend that longs to connect and leaves phone messages and texts and encouragements but doesn’t have a life in the same time and space as mine; and so, doesn’t ever seem to make it to the top of my priorities.
And the guilt.
All The Guilt. It sets in and I realize that what I really long to write about is weeding through the mess to the still.
And that’s how I end up drinking a cup of salted caramel coffee and enjoying a luscious gooey chocolate croissant. It’s in the moment, right here, that I find the stillness. Other than the chewing and sipping sounds my mouth makes, I hear nothing. And I end up writing about just that.