It’s Thursday, and you may or may not have noticed, this is not a ten word photo prompt. I mean there’s a photo, probably, not at this point but by the time you read this which be after I’ve finished writing it, which is a little time-trippy.
But I digress.
I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately, and how they serve or do not serve, whether they are still helpful or useful or fun or if they have run their course.
And the #ThursdayTen, to be completely honest with you, as I try to do, is one of those things.
I haven’t made any firm or fast decisions, and not being a weekly thing doesn’t mean it would become a never thing.
It may only be a not this week thing, I don’t know. Maybe just a something as the mood strikes.
I’ve spent a lot of time in a rip current, debris spinning around me, rafts breaking apart, grabbing on to the flotsam and jetsam. So much time, in fact, that treading felt like standing, really.
And now, washed up by the tide, picking through the stuff that’s also come ashore, I’ve decided to be more deliberate in many areas. My body made that decision for me with my strange back thing, reforming my exercise approach when I was able to go back to it.
Other things, as well, seem to have landed on the other side of the island. Where will the Thursday Ten wind up?
Not sure, it’s still bobbing out at sea.
Since leaving twitter, largely, the tone here has also changed, almost by natural progression. On Spoutible my voice is my voice and people hear it for what it is, which makes it more appealing to continue to use it with fewer reservations here. Maybe I don’t have the space for a weekly prompt.
We shall see.
And with that, I will wish you a wonderful–if prompt-free–Thursday. May the absence of a prompt make you more creative in your creativity, rather than less.
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