Shedding, downsizing, de-cluttering. A process of cleaning out, the work has begun. Creating Myla's own sleeping space has meant a full on tackeling of the guest bedroom/junk room/storage closet. The cleaning out, sorting through, and making hard decisions to keep, give away, or throw out is in full swing, I'm not putting it off another day. Not that any of this is 'hard' work, it's just getting down to it, not procrastinating and tackling one pile, one bag, one box of 'stuff' until it's gone. In the process, I have been pleasantly reminded of a younger me thanks to a college notebook full of my 20ish year late night ramblings. Oh, it's taking me back..this one doesn't have a title.
Let your mind take a walk.
Let it loose. Set it outside.
It can be anything,
make it not be you.
A purple spotted cat
Can you see it?
Be a ceiling fan.
around, whoosh, around whoosh
until someone flips a switch
stop. stop spinning world
stop leaving me behind
Be a clock.
tick. tick.tick.
Don't think about what you know
tick.
Don't look for an explanation
Let your mind play outside.
Be a bucket of water
A scrambled egg with cheese, hot
Be a surfer in a wet suit being crushed by a wave
A pair of scissors chopping through a piece of yellow construction paper
Be a song, floating unattached to your skull
I wish I had written more of an ending. I flip the notebook page looking for more pencil scribbles but only find a list of next semesters class schedule.
Well, it was a nice break..and look, now, here I am procrastinating again.
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