Last night thoughts were plowing through my head at rapid rate. It was hot, it was humid, the crickets were just too loud, not to mention the bullfrogs. My mind was a whir, awash in a jumble of thoughts. Gotta do lists longer than my arms. And I realized that thinking in those rapid fire streams was another form of multitasking and just as harmful…..When the muse is kind and she opens the portals to creativity, the flood often follows…..And for me that’s usually around 3:30 am….so sleep was elusive and I am feeling the lack thereof as I write this post.
I know that I will never finish the lists, that somewhere down the road my son will inherit the list and guess what, it won’t be his list….so I had to journal this randomness in small doses to get at the idea that I can only move through one process at a time, and I better just start taking more notes about what I want to be doing so this monsoon rain of ideas doesn’t get completely lost…..someday, someone, maybe our granddaughter will like those leftovers and they will be a good stepping off point. But what I really want to do is just take a nap! Noodling and doodling.