10 Minutes of Random, Unfiltered Thoughts

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Ready, Set, Done!.”

What to say today? I only have ten minutes, and considering I only woke up about twenty of those ago, I’m fighting through the brain fog to string coherent words together.

My hands are freezing, a normal symptom of waking up for me. My vision is blurry, and there is a weird ache in my head that will hopefully go away without my daily dose of caffeine (I’m trying desperately to stop my addiction in its tracks!). My thyroid doesn’t seem to be working too well at the moment, my hormones too low to help my body function. Maybe I’ll go drink a large glass of cranberry juice to help counteract that.

Natural cures versus pharmaceutical ones? I have no clue if it’s going to work, but I stopped taking my meds almost a month ago, and I’m not in a coma yet, so hopefully I’m on to something.

I’m obviously in a macabre mood this morning! I better do a 360, because my man is coming over soon to spend some time with me before I head into work. He usually makes me feel a lot better, just by being here. It’s crazy what knowing that you have someone who cares so much for you does to your emotions.

There’s three minutes on the clock, and my phone is blowing up. It’s most likely him, but I’m on a mission to complete this prompt. (Should I even be looking at the clock to see how much time I have? Oh, well, it’s done and over with.)

I’m hoping today goes well, and I’m ready for the kicking weekend that we have planned, even though those concert tickets we were waiting for were sold out before we can get a hold on any. There will be lots of hula hooping, long walks in the woods, and who knows what. I’m in need of a three-day weekend! Work is too much lately, and I’m slowly starting to realize that I get paid way too little to deal with way too much. (Isn’t that with most jobs though? Especially with those who deal with serving people?)

This is purely me at 10 in the morning.


The Hoop and the Song

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “One at a Time.”

The song starts.

It wraps me up in warmth and joy.

My hips start to sway to the beat of the drums.

The song is the love,

The light,

The hope.

The hoop moves with just a touch.

Have I found my flow?

My soul?

My heart?

‘Round and ’round till we are one.

I am the hoop, and the hoop is me.


One at a Time


If I Could Make It There… Thoughts On The Appalachian Trail

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Make It Anywhere.”

Make It Anywhere

I know this may be a little bit different from what most people would respond to this post with, but as I’ve never done anything the “normal” way, here we go!

The one place in all the world in which I feel a calling towards is the Appalachian Trail. With frequent childhood travels to the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee, I had always heard stories of the AT and those who traveled it, but it wasn’t until a couple of years ago that I became aware that thru-hiking this trail was something that seemed worthy of doing.

I know that a six-to-eight months hiking adventure is something to not go into half-cocked. It’s going to be mentally and physically challenging, and there will be times where I just want to quit, but I believe that once I’m there – once I finally reach that end point at Katahdin, Maine – all the hardship and all the trials will be worth it. Just think of all the amazing people I will meet during those long months, and all the wonderful things I will discover while reconnecting with nature. I would have experienced a spiritually enhancing journey that will stay with me for the rest of my life.