It looked like it was going to rain and then it cleared up and now it looks like rain again. Who knows what it’s going to do. Certainly not the weather, I’d say.
Today my head is cluttered with unwanted things, not the least of which an earworm which has been there for DAYS. So much so I’m not even hearing it anymore when it starts up.
Maybe that’s the way through it.
My own personal head background music. That’s what you’re supposed to do when meditating, too, when thoughts arise. Acknowledge them, and let them go.
Maybe I need to acknowledge the song and let it go. We’ll see if that does the trick, at least in that aspect.
The other? Well, heads just get crowded sometimes.
Life moves and doesn’t move in ways you don’t expect and don’t always predict. That’s easier for some people than for others, we all handle things differently.
And yet we all get earworms.
You are correct, that doesn’t exactly follow but it only occurs to me now that maybe there are people who never get earworms? Is that even possible?
Probably. That’s likely amazing.
Sometimes it’s like an archeological dig in your own head, layers and layers, things shoved aside for “later,” and then later arrives. Our own personal epochs defining the strata.
Fossilized remains of our pasts long gone.
Sooner or later, I guess you have to get out the shovel. Do archeologists use shovels? Just imagine whatever tool makes the most sense here.
And with that, I wish you a wonderful Wednesday, with or without one of those brushes they use around the bones, whichever works for you.
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