Loads of dry washing wet in afternoon rain shower: 2
Dog poop clean ups: 3
Moments I questioned my sanity and desire to be a mother: 90394203847923 (a conservative estimate)
Hours of writing completed: 0
What's Really Going on Out There in the Cosmos.
(no, that's not a question, I'm a gonna tell ya :)
Is it going home soon? The Real World? Because there are days when I am so over reality. Like today. Like right now. The Real World is my dinner guest that fell asleep on my sofa with wine glass in hand, then woke up with a hang over and refused to go home.
If The Real World was my husband, then today I just filed for divorce.
BUT THEN... I found a couple places to ditch The Real World for awhile. Cause you were wondering right. Your glad you're reading this aren't you. Your wondering how long I am planning on being absent from The Real World. I know. I can hear you :) But I don't care. Did you see what The Real World showed up with today? Sometimes I like being absent.
I don't want to completely abandon The Real World. But today I should have got up, said my good mornings and then escorted him to Pluto so I could go back to bed.
Pluto's a nice enough planet. As planets go.
But then he is a gazillion light years away from the sun. And he has nothing better to do then just spin out there. All alone. And Pluto has feelings you know, (you knew that right), it's tough being the last planet in the known system of things that spin around our sun. So it stands to reason that Pluto might really like the company of The Real World.
Or maybe The Real World could take a spin with Saturn? Now there a planet with something original going on. Rings. Niiice. He's the only dude doing the 'ring thing' and all the other planets are jealous. So Saturn has no friends. A bit of a loser really. So Saturn might like The Real World too.
Or Jupiter? Who visits Jupiter? Sure, we spend millions flying astronauts to the moon, but what about the planet who has nine of them? Too far away? Too gassy we say. Well, we all have our faults. I think The Real World could over look these faults, since he has more than his fair share of crappy days following along behind.
Jupiter would love some adult conversation. Trust me. I know these things. Cause all she has for company are those nine little moons and dang it if she isn't over having to be the gravitational pull for all nine of them! The Real World would be very welcome. Especially if he brought coffee and a packet of choc chip cookies and some gorgeous new shoes he just picked up for her. Mmmm girl! Juptier was a woman in another life (I know that too- the moons give it away), and I tell you, if she isn't happiest drinking a Star Bucks and munching on sugar and chocolate while chin wagging over shoes and shopping adventures! The Real World could hang out there all day I expect.
Venus is a hot head, so I wouldn't send The Real World over there. He'd never cope and then I'd have to hear all about it when I was finally forced to rejoin The Real World.
I guess it's not The Real World's fault that sometimes I hate him. All things real and dramatic have to have somewhere to hang out now don't they.
I just need a break every now and then. Like all good relationships, space is important. The problem is that no one told The Real World. He just shows up every morning, right on cue with the alarm clock, and won't leave until I fall asleep that night.
Enter imagination. Thank God for imaginations. There is no need to let The Real World invade that space. That's my escape. Maybe that's why I write? To process The Real World and dream about what could be. Thank God for dreaming too. It's the ultimate holiday for all us mere mortals bound by the constraints of time and reality. Bound by The Real World.
Even if you don't write, imaginations are wonderful things to cultivate. And The Real World does have other friends to hang out with. Even just for an hour.
Okay, I've had my fun.
The Real World and I have made our peace. He had better show up with choc chip cookies tomorrow though.
What's your relationship with The Real World like? And where does it go when you write?
"Who would deduce the dragonfly from the larva, the iris from the bud, the lawyer from the infant? We are all shape-shifters and magical reinventors. Life is really a plural noun, a caravan of selves." ~ Diane Ackerman
THROUGH MY EYES seeks to inspire. The dragonfly is a symbol of transformation. For me, a symbol of possibilities. This is a place where I share those possibilities. For readers and writers and all those who dare to reinvent.
POSTING: aiming for the 1st and the 15th of every month in 2017.