I sit here, eating my breakfast, getting ready for the day ahead. My mind should be focussed on my job and my tasks for the day, on what I need to accomplish. But it's not. Instead it flits all over the place, obsessed with spanking today in a needy and visceral way. It also wants to write, to capture feelings on paper. I can sense the beginnings of stories, darting about at the corners of my mind, just out of reach. Words and phrases that I know would become something bigger if I let them. If I captured them, and put them down on paper, they would unravel themselves to become more.
In a few minutes I will get up and go to work, and act like the responsible person that I am, but a little part of me will be dying inside, longing to be back curled up on the sofa, letting my thoughts fly free and seeing what becomes of them.
Responsibility sucks.
12 hours ago
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doesn't it though?!
Eliane, while I agree entirely, think how good it feels when you can let go.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
You are preaching to the choir my dear!! I stay home and am constantly taunted with the laptop in view. I always have characters talking in my head. My distractibility potential is 100%!! Try using a small notebook that looks official ;)
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