“It just always seems like we’re not on the same page.”
His hand sits there… waiting to be held. She picks up her phone… her hands are busy constantly, texting and checking. What is she waiting for? “...bad decisions that we made. So don’t tell me what to do” “I’m not telling you what to do.” “Yeah you are…” Now his hands are crossed in front of his body…. And in his pockets. They go outside; to sit in the sun to get away…. To get privacy... and her, to get space. Now sit across from each other, eye to eye, rather than right next to each other as they did inside. It is another teenage love gone awry. Get rid of the damn phone! * * * * * Ahhh, Spring Love. Sorry for the belated post. I hope you enjoy my moment of being ever so grateful I am no longer a teenager. Interestingly, while looking for a photo for this page I found a great article about why overheard cell phone conversations bug us so much. Check it out: http://www.inquisitr.com/73477/other-peoples-annoying-cell-phone-conversations/
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“What makes your character cry?”
Here’s how I know that anyone could write a story, I challenge you to find one mom who didn’t immediately imagine what it would have been like if it were her eight year old caught in yesterday’s explosion. I bet they could tell you fifty ways they visualized it; could probably describe it down to the clothes their child might have been wearing. Imagination is a wonderful and awful thing. It allows us to come up with fantastic ideas, machines that fly, foods that pop, tights that are see-through (okay, maybe not always great ideas). It also, though, gives us the fodder to speculate, what if. What if I don’t get that job? What if the tree fell the other way? What if our school was next? Like stories of psychics wanting to shut out other people’s thoughts, I am sure I am not alone in sometimes wanting to shut down my imagination. I see this fine balance most clearly in my own daughter who has an amazing imagination but also struggles with anxiety. Her body always connects the what if to a fight or flight response… even when the what if is potentially positive. What if I get the part? The excitement turns to adrenalin, which tells her body there is danger, which turns her positive thought into a negative one. The only way I have learned to shut off the voice of my imagination is to focus only on where I am and what I am doing at the moment. I ground myself by washing dishes thoughtfully; feeling the soap and the water on my hands, and hearing the splash of it against the edge of the sink. Or I garden. I listen to the birds calling and the mower rumbling next door. I feel the dirt crumble beneath my fingers and I watch a worm make its way slowly back down, into the moist earth. Today I pray and today I focus on the moment. Because today my imagination is not my friend. |
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