Falling off - and Climbing Back On - the Wagon: More from Stream of Consciousness Sunday

Perfect moment for some stream of consciousness writing. Today's prompt is.....I have fallen off the wagon….

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There are so many wagons I have fallen off I feel like this could be more like a long, slow freight train blocking traffic just going on and on and on and on and on…. so I type away thinking what other metaphors I might use or how specific I may get or how I used to play jacks on the kitchen floor with my mother and why did I fall off the wagon and never play jacks on the kitchen floor with my daughters?

Isn’t the lost art of jack playing worth something anymore?

I have fallen off the wagon of planting flowers in the Spring. I’m not exactly sure why because I really enjoy it. My best guess is my motivation to plant them has less fuel than my desire to do something else, instead. Primarily writing, I think. My favorite wagon which I hardly ever step off of except to check something off the gosh darn gotta do list or if one of my children is in a crisis.

There was a lot of that this week.

I would like to get OFF the children having repeated crises this week. You in on that one?

I am on the wagon of not leaping up to get donuts during a simple five minute write.

I am off the wagon of reading The Color Purple because I lost my copy somehow, I think I may go to the store and buy a brand new one – a NEW copy. That way my idol Alice Walker may get a little money to help feed her chickens, which is something she inspires me to do but then I think of my dogs and nah, not the greatest idea. That is more like a vague idea of traveling on a wagon and/or admiring other people’s wagons yet not having the envy-inspiration to do so myself.

I have fallen off the ezine publishing wagon. I want to get back to it, really. Really? How long has it been, anyway?

This all reminds me of my plan for June: to take a month long retreat-assessment time to see what wagons are worth my riding, which of my wagons need to go to the big loft in the sky, and which of my wagons may benefit from some resting time out in the field covered by weeping willows.

Five minutes is up?

Climbing down from this contemplative round about wagon and back into the rest of my day.

Happy Sunday!

(Timer sings!)

This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (find it at Jana's Thinking Place).
Link up your post there, too.
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