Jay recently started a new strategy to work toward a healthy life, and I’m trying to draw inspiration from his progress. He gets embarrassed when I share, but I’m so proud of him – how he dropped a bad habit and replaced it with a healthy one all in the course of a week – I struggle to stay silent.
As a kid, I loved Choose Your Own Adventure Books. Each volume followed a similar format. At the end of each chapter, the author presented the reader with the choice of different paths. Sometimes the choice could lead to certain death, other selections lead to the happy ending.
As a kid, I never realized my parents took us on vacations to Myrtle Beach to travel on the cheap. They packed the cooler with sandwich meat, clean the garden out of fresh vegetables, and then we hit the road. Somewhere between here and there, my dad pulled the car over and we ate lunch at a picnic table. My mom peeled cucumber after cucumber for my sister and me, an addiction I’ve yet to break.
Seeking to restore my sanity and refocus my thoughts towards writing, I attempt to find a quiet place to write at my local library.
Music has played a larger role in my life over the past few months than normal. Like most, I have my favorites, but I’m not the kind to have it playing in the background. I have strong opinions on the songs, and always listen to the lyrics. If the words are less than, I tend to disregard a good beat.
Today’s Five Minute Friday prompt is the word “Secret.” What follows only loosely relates. I neither want to dwell on Papaw’s situation, nor over share, so perhaps 5 minutes of free writing is the perfect solution to prevent both.
I’m writing this on Saturday, but will still tackle the Five Minute Friday prompt. As always, bloggers take a few moments out of their weekend to share their perspective on a a single word.
In case you haven’t noticed, things have been quiet around here lately. I found myself focused more on blogging and less on actually writing. Continue reading
I’m not a yogi by any stretch of the imagination (ha – see what I did there?), but when I think intention, I think about setting an intention for my yoga practice. In reality, my “practice” is a once a week class I may (or may not) attend at my gym.