My tendency, in nearly all aspects of my life is to overthink it. It’s why I don’t take others shopping with me…not even grocery shopping. No one wants to wait while I debate options in order to buy exactly what I am in the store to get. I don’t blame them. Me, myself and I can even be found, sometimes arguing:
ME: …but I’m not sure…what if it isn’t just the right one?
MYSELF: It is perfect! You know it is!
I: Oh for the love of…I just want to get out of here!
And so it is, with this continual debate, that I more than occasionally find myself mired in my own mind. It’s one of several reasons I haven’t posted in…Oh, wow, has it really been THAT long? You see, time will fly by if you let it; and I have. I literally think two or three times a day, “Ooo! I should write about that!” Inevitably, I don’t write anything at all because I never choose. I feel a bit like Chidi, on The Good Place.
So today is the day! I have decided to just pick one thing, ANY one, that is floating around in this mind of mine. This blog is now active again. I may only write once a week, but I WILL write. Because, in the end, it’s all forward momentum. If the post is long or if it’s short, world encompassing or merely the observation of the four baby squirrels playing in my dead oak, it’s still writing.
So on that note, I’d like to share something I found to be oddly satisfying.
This ball field had very recently been raked. It looked so smooth and undisturbed aside from several lines of foot prints. The thing that struck me about the footprints was that they all seemed to be leading to home plate, with none leading away. This lead me to pondering parallel universes and how one might travel from one to another…If we make it to home plate, is there a portal to another place and time? It gave my fantastical imagination a whole new idea of what the often shouted “SAFE!” might mean.
pajama wisdom 