My mind has the energy of 100 people. It races against itself ...or is it for itself?It goes constantly! You have seen the fork in the road...which path do you choose...go to the right or to the left? Forget right and left and two different paths. My mind scatters into several different threads or spaghetti strands...however you like to envision it.
It is constantly busy...twisting...winding with ideas and things to do. Oh the joys! There are many things I want to do. In my mind, I sort my home. I de-clutter and get rid of things I don't need or use or that are simply boring to my eyes anymore. It's glorious...getting rid of all sorts of things.
In my mind, I write...Oh I write a masterpiece...well start on one anyhow...I sit at my desk pounding out letters on my keyboard...all the energy bursts from my fingers to the tips...typing...typing ever so quickly as the words and thoughts of this masterpiece come to life in my mind and transfer through my fingers to the keyboard...alas...it is merely in my mind. The screen is blank!
In the busy-ness of my mind...I script notes. I actually sit at my desk, writing with pen and ink in my own hand writing and I write out cards...cards with meaningful, thoughtful words. I write out cards to send to inspire people. In my mind, I see the receiver open and read the card and grin. Not many send paper cards with hand writing on them anymore.
Mentally I read the most captivating book! I am absorbed in it! I cannot hear what is going on around me... I don't even notice the doorbell or the phone ring. I am gone! I am IN the words of this book.
I dance and sing...alone in my home...enjoying the freedom to sing out loud...be myself...no eyes on me...I can sing at the top of my longs and hit wrong notes and laugh at myself...I can dance...dance just for fun. I can enjoy the music as I absorb it.
Then there are the interruptions of my scatty mind. I have to take a pause and try to recall all of the strings leading every which way once I can get back to myself. Ahhh yes scatty! That is how my mind has been described. Scatty: chiefly British, "the scatty, glancing quality of a hyperactive but unfocused intelligence".
Perhaps this scatty mind of mine traces the strings back to when I was a little girl. My imagination was grand. Sometimes I was a bus driver, "driving" around the living room picking up and dropping off passengers. Other times I was a veterinarian and I would operate on animals on our organ bench. There were times when I was a singer...captivating audiences and I would see the crowds all enjoying the time. My mind captured a variety of people, places, and animals. Constantly on the go...from the beginning of my time.
My mind has an over abundance of activity. The crazy thing is, sometimes I believe it thinks that it actually DOES some of these things...or sometimes it becomes so overwhelmed that it does none of these things. My mind is believing that there will be a pause somewhere, sometime and I will choose a strand, hang onto it, and actually begin from one end leading to the other.
For now, the strands will intertwine. The clutter of things not yet attained but in process. Time to take a pause.
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