Before I even got up after my lovely, nine hours of sleep I was wondering what I would write for Jana's Thinking Place and her Stream of Consciousness Sunday. This wondering was promptly followed by me scolding myself for even thinking about such a thing, I needed to wait and be surprised and let the five minutes of writing slowly woo me. That's exactly what I did. Also, for those who are unfamiliar with the term "WASPy" - the capital letters stand for White Anglo Saxon Protestant which basically means someone who has that ethnic identity as well as a certain expectation like my family has that you don't call anyone before 9 am and after 9 pm a rule I still follow. You know, sort of uptight, sort of proper, sort of worried about offending others way too much of the time. There. I think we're all ready for my SOC Sunday post, right?
PS- Thank you Jana. I know this was a toughweek. I'm grateful for all you do and the wonderful woman you are!
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There is nothing like the first gulp of coffee at my desk early in the morning.
I dreamt of houses last night, or rather, a house I was apparently moving into.
I remember a very cold kitchen and a lovely blue room – sort of a cross between my today living room and the room I had attached to my bedroom at 56 Hawthorne Avenue in Glen Ridge, New Jersey: we called it “The Doll Room”. It is actually the closest thing I had as Virginia Woolf’s suggested space, a room of my own.
I watched “Love it or List it” last night right before sleep. This and my reflections on mortality and life in general must be what ignited this series of images.
The second gulp of coffee, nearly as good as a first.
I’ve been sick much of this week. My first tactic was to charge forward anyway. This is an age old strategy, a good WASPy thing to do. Friday, I surrendered to it in the afternoon after a morning filled with running around and a meeting I would rather have avoided than attended. Remember above, the good WASPy thing is to show up. I got home worse than when the day started. Saturday was primarily a repeat of Friday but good news: I woke up today and my voice is almost normal.
Third big, lavish, languid gulp of coffee: much more contemplative than the first two.
I hear my time is up.
I don’t want to stop.
I don’t want to stop drinking coffee and leisurely writing because the time is up.
Alas, I will, because it is the good WASPy thing to do.
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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.
- Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
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