Monday, February 27, 2012
my brain is spaghetti
Remember those old commercials, This is your brain: An Egg. This is your brain on drugs: A Fried Egg.
I'm not on drugs, of any kind, promise -but this morning my brain is pretty much like a giant plate of pasta. Each noodle representing a different idea/ thought, and they're all tangled up together with a sauce of sleepiness. This "pasta" cooked all night. 1. I think I have a pretty good idea for a business. 2. I think I have a pretty good idea for a book. 3. I have another story I need to revise a bit. 4. I have another story I know start to finish I just have to finish writing it. 5. What if I'm pregnant? 6. Why do I keep having random dreams about bears attacking me? 7. We put an offer in on a house, I wonder if they'll accept it? 8. Ugh. Do I even feel like moving? 9. But I'd get to paint! I love paint! What color should we go with? 10. Where did I put that crochet hook? 11. I need to write to so-n-so. 12. I hope it's not snowing on Tuesday. 13. Should I give this business idea a go? 14. Why am I even considering this? 15.... The second I'd force one strand of thought into silence, three more would pop-up. I tried counting. I tried singing. I tried praying. I tried singing again. Praying again. Counting again. And in the mean time 11 turned to 12 turned to 1 turned to 2... I haven't had insomnia like this in quite awhile.
Today's goal: Nap!!
Tonight's goal: Get my mind to shut. up.
Have a good Monday people!