They promised us thunderstorms today, but I’m looking at a blue, blue sky with a few half-hearted clouds in it. I guess they could always roll in later.
We’ll see.
A major thanks to Gail for the coffee! Especially here at the end of the week at the end of the month, it is greatly, greatly appreciated. Thanks for hanging with me!
And now, Friday.
Or so they say. Doesn’t feel like Friday to me, but maybe because it’s a holiday week.
But here I am, spinning around in my spinny chair, wearing lounge pants that could be confused for pajama bottoms because maybe they are pajama bottoms, and wondering if I used up my word flow for the week. It’s been a good week, post-wise, so much to say and I feel like it was all in the ether, it seems like it was what a bunch of you had on your minds as well.
So maybe what we’ve got here is one of those built in breaks, like the timing for the oil change light in the car. Maybe today is a good day to unthink.
What does that mean, you ask?
Hmm.
Great, timely question as always. Now let’s see if I have an answer.
“Unthink,” I would say, is getting out of our headspace, buried in words. “Unthinking” is taking a breath, a long sip of coffee or tea or water or fermented orchid hearts or whatever the kids are drinking these days, and being.
Looking, really looking at the world around us, at the wind in the branches, if that’s something where you are, at the cars on the streets if that’s something where you are, at the people walking by if that’s something where you are.
Unthinking isn’t meditating, but it’s like meditation’s more unruly, more active cousin. Like unplugging, but not as dire.
We have stressors and we have stress, and we cannot control the stressors. I’m not sure we can control the stress either, but we can control, sometimes, how we react to it. And today I think we can throw that stress in a messy box in the back of the closet and just unthink about it for a while.
As I’ve been writing, the clouds have been creeping. There may be thunderstorms after all.
Or not, now the forecast has changed its tune, like it never said rain at all.
Anyway, back to unthinking. It’s OK to admit we’ve had our fill, it’s OK to let our brains act like a disposal and pause while we process.
The more I think about it, that’s a kind of gross simile.
I should have unthought about it more.
Anyway, that’s it for me on this storm-adjacent Friday. Have a wonderful day and the most calming, fulfilling weekend.
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