Ten word photo prompt time! Using the picture above, write a ten word story. You can have a title, but don’t go overboard.
OK, here’s mine:
Her youth silently stolen in the night, Anna plotted vengeance.
Had one of those nights with my thoughts piling like rocks in my head, one thought after another, and they felt like they were still spinning underneath my dreams.
Not a restful night of sleep last night.
It’s another bright day, though, not as sunny as yesterday but mostly sunny, and I think warmer. I’d like to feel inspired, motivated but mostly I just feel…blah.
It’s one of those blah days.
I’m going to need my list. Only a list will get me motivated. Or annoyed enough at the lack of crossed-off items to get me crossing off.
Well a list and coffee. Which is getting cold. Give me a second, I’ll be right back.
OK, it’s reheated. Where were we? Ah yes.
Perhaps bright-eyed and bushy-tailed is overly optimistic these days. Perhaps. There’s a lot going on.
Sometimes one foot in front of the other, even with the smallest distance between them, is all a person can muster. Sometimes just standing still is a step forward.
You know what I mean.
So off I go into the expanse of the day, having sufficiently talked myself into medium. Have a wonderful Wednesday.
So umm…yeah. Brightly sunny, good breakfast, great workout and…zero motivation today.
I wish I could say it’s because the outdoors beckon, but it’s still pretty cold, and I suspect rather windy. It’s not that.
Maybe it’s the distinct sense of the end of the world lurking ever closer.
All I can say is I wanted to grab this day by the horns and I’ll be lucky if I manage the tail. Which, when you think about it, kinda means the same thing and shouldn’t.
Everything feels like it’s in a kind of flux, and a lot of our optimism has been wrested from us, ripped up, scattered. Healthcare’s the next to go, gleefully, it seems, with a childish delight unfitting of dooming people to preventable deaths from preventable disease.
But, in the words of one of the greatest of all time: So it goes.
My head is filled with words, but I’m not ready yet to to make them mine.
Have a great Tuesday, or as great a one as can be had given our impending collusion with a political asteroid.
It’s Thursday, so it’s ten word photo prompt time! It’s time for a ten word story based on the photo above!
In ten words exactly, write a story. Easy right?
OK here’s mine:
Had to steer with your horns, Steve. With your horns.
Who is ready for a Monday blog?!!
A resounding me either. But here we go.
It’s far, far too cold for March, it’s currently 5 degrees Fahrenheit, which is -15 C for my friends on the Celsius side of the scale. Definitely not a warm one.
But the sun is shining away, like it means anything at 5 degrees.
I had one of those weekends that felt like one long errand, an endless, endless errand, aside from the fun break of dinner with a friend. Ooh, and I have leftovers. Hurry up lunch.
Last night I felt the effects of giving in to that urge for more coffee. I even had a sample of coffee at Trader Joe’s in the afternoon (Breakfast Blend. It was yummy) so I sent reminder out to the universe that the extra coffee is not as good an idea at 11 pm as it was earlier.
And yet today, still tempted. Sigh. Oh coffee, you complicated, complicated fiend.
So I hope your Monday is off with a roar, even it if, like here, it’s an extremely frosty roar. Have a great day.
Somehow it’s not only Friday but also the first day of March. Plus side, spring has to be on it’s way, despite the swaths of ice still on the lake and the random patches of muddy snow on the ground.
Minus side, someone set time on turbo.
Turn it down a notch, dude. Turn it down.
It’s also time to talk about our weeks. So.
Writing was not my thing this week. I started out the week tired and groggy and haven’t really regained my footing. Some weeks are like that. I’ve been trying to get more sleep–one of the goals I wanted to work on–but I have not done well with that. I blame my internal clock, which keeps waking me up an hour early on the dot.
I guess it’s almost time to move the clocks forward.
Fitness, though, is going fine, this week wasn’t as hard as last week, I think they knew it was a lot. Five days, five workouts.
So how was your week?
Yesterday the wind was fierce. So bad, in fact, a friend in town from Minnesota was left surprised and breathless from it. And today the temperature plunged into the single digits.
She has winter weather war stories that will play in Minnesota of all places. Imagine that.
I am tired enough today that, despite drinking out of a cup like a big girl for several years now, I just dribbled my much-needed coffee. Not sure which is worse: the potential mess, or the fact that between starting this sentence and ending it, I’d forgotten the punchline.
As I said, tired.
On this flat, gray Monday, the gears in my head failing to catch, the entire outside tired of winter, I am not heading into my week inspired. I would like to be inspired, of course. Who doesn’t want to be inspired?
But instead I am much like the weather, as though it has seeped all the way through. Which it does, around this time in February.
Spring’s got to show up at some point, right?
Anyway I hope you’re having a much sharper start to the week than I am. Have a great Monday.
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