It's been a little crazy at my house. My mother is living with us for a few months while she searches for a job. We're happy to have her and help her out. After all, that's what family is for.
But it's been a little hard to write lately. My mom and I have always talked about anything and everything under the sun, and just because she lives with us now does not mean those conversations stop. Heavens no. They have picked up in frequency, and I really enjoy them.
By last night, however, I knew I had to barricade myself in my room and do some writing. Why? Because I felt discombobulated. (That is one of my favorite words.) Out of touch. Restless. Grouchy. My brain screamed at me to write, yet here I was, putting it off, making excuses, and doing anything and everything not to sit down and get the words out.
Finally, though, I managed to get my fingers moving. When I was finished, it was literally like the world had righted itself again. I didn't feel frazzled or edgy. No. I felt centered. Balanced.
I breathed a sigh of relief and dropped off to sleep, happy and content.
How about you? Does your brain have a way of telling you it's time to quit procrastinating and start working?
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