Even scouring the archives didn’t help this morning, when I desperately hoped I’d come up with something good last year, or even the one before.
Nope! I did find one from last year, but it literally had about a sentence and a half worth of explanation regarding the word Grace. Honestly, it wasn’t worth the copy and paste effort.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I love many different words, and readily use them on a daily basis. Asking a person to pick only a single favorite word is similar to asking a child to pick just one candy from the dish… and, I think that’s rather mean.
While I won’t be answering today’s prompt, I will be leaving cookies…
Why? Because I don’t want to fail this class, that’s why! Missing assignments are quite bothersome. Oh, come on… at least give me an E for Effort!
Does WordPress assume that we only answer the prompts in the evening? Or are the asking us to look 8 to 10 hours into the near future, for a heart stopping, life altering, and completely uninteresting plan?
While the prompt might have been better received, if they’d asked what I did last evening, it still would have been just as boring, and uneventful… sorry.
Now, had the prompt rolodex been more attentive, it might have asked what I did yesterday. That way I already know the data needed to satisfy your inquiring minds. Come on, admit it! You simply must know what goes on in the daily life of an average overthinking, overimaginative, far too chatty Cathy!
In an effort to satisfy that overly curious itch that WordPress wants scratched, here come the goods…
I fully intend to do a bit of eating, but it has to be done by 5 pm, so my evening starts earlier than some. After dinner, there’s dishes to be washed, and then it’s off to take a shower. Hang on, cause I’m just warming up! Then there’s a cup of tea, evening meds, evening gaming, and evening binge watching of my current favorite DIY videos………. whew! I did it! Wasn’t that just a barrel of monkey fun, but hey… they asked, right?
There are actually two differing sleeps that bring us rest. The sleeping sleeping, and the wakeful sleeping… the kind when your eyes are open. You know? Most would probably recognize this better, if I were to say daydreaming instead of sleeping with your eyes open. A very boring prompt title, if you ask me!
My dreaming could derive from my own imagination, or sometimes, from a book I’ve read, or even a really great movie. The point is, when I’m wanting to relax, I like to let my mind wander to wonderful and dreamy places that are devoid of humanities normal nastiness!
Don’t blame me for checking out sometimes, but real life can be truly unfun at times, so what’s a girl gonna do?
Besides, that’s where most of my best cookies come from… and I haven’t heard any complaints so far, so I must be doing something right…
The only birds I use regularly would be chickens, but if I had to do it, I suppose I could send them on vacation, or something.
Oh, wait! I am so sorry! They asked for a word, not a bird… my bad! If I can’t even manage to read the question correctly, I don’t think it’s wise to ask if I can give up one of my regular words. Just sayin…
What is the reason for charging $11oo.oo for a 1 month supply of prescriptive Nexium?
You do realize that’s 30 antacid pills for $1100.00… no wonder my insurance company wet themselves! After they changed their Depends, my insurance promptly kicked it back, refusing to pay.
As a woman of God, it’s terribly difficult for me to “love you with the love of the Lord”, as they say.
Sincerely,
Wiwohka
I only offered up this candid response, because WordPress seemed genuinely interested in my emotional wellbeing. I will admit, it was a bit over the top with the syrupy sweet way they posed the prompt. And, in truth, it did feel like I’d just been approached by a couple of nosy middle school girlfriends.
You know what, WordPress? You were being rather slimy, what with that second question thrown in there. It might have looked less creepy if you asked a full question, thereby disguising those stalker vibes. I mean, come on WordPress, just a single intrusive “About?” Shame on you! You can do better than that… I know you can.
Quick! Everyone eat all the cookies before WordPress sees this and tries to eat some…
I found an old post from last spring that I thought rather fitting, if you twist the daily prompt’s meaning just a smidge…
This was one of my ‘Investigating Truths’ episodes, but it seemed fitting, somehow.
For as long as I can remember, I have made sense of myself and this world in two realms of thought. One realm of thought is in the actual and physical sense. What we see, do, talk about, eat and feel are things in the here and now. The second realm of thought is what I think of as my storybook, or cartoon version, if you will. Let’s call this part the “Behind the Scenes of My Truths,” the adventure version.
What follows is written in storybook version…….
I am wild from the top of my head all the way down to my toes! It is all that I can seem to remember of myself. My journeying, or running if I am being truthful, has always found me far out in the desert. For as long as I can remember, there has been a path worn, from one hidden oasis to another, by my very own feet. I have hidden them well, though, so most that wander by are unaware of my presence.
As the years of my life rolled forward, I found that there was One who had been following my footprints, always leaving little packages of love for me. On one of my journeys along the outskirts of the Cities of Souls, I came to realize that the One whom I had sensed, was in fact my True Father! It was both joyful and difficult to become aware of Him.
I stayed…
Before I knew it, time seemed to have sped forward in my journey, by a great many years! I discovered that I had settled down right inside the walls … building relationships with others, and trying to live and do things the way all of the others thought was right.
My Father showed me the gifts given to me, but instead of being at peace, I became fearful…
I believed that I was losing myself, and would simply become a nothing, moving along by habit!
So this wild child ran!!!
I fled into the desert with as much speed as possible, for my feet had become softened over the years spent within the walls built by man. Many times I fell, stumbling over rocks and debris that had been left on my paths. Had it really been that long? I was not sure if the way had become obstructed or if I had simply forgotten my exact path. Many seasons were spent wandering, clearing out my old and unused paths.
Time rolled on…
Oh, I would come near the outskirts, just close enough to remember what I left behind. The intensity of my pain and fear, along with the guilt over my failure, drove me away again and again…
My last act of running into the desert, or defiance as I see it, nearly cost me my very life, but that is for another time. For now, I leave you with this thought…I am still that wild child inside, but my Father has been revealing to me the graceful Phoenix that He is rising up from the ashes of her truths…
You didn’t think I would forget your cookies, did you?
I’ve known for some time now that I could very easily live in either a library or a bookstore. But, after thinking on the prompt this morning, the idea of living above my own bookshop/bakery… now that does has a whimsical feel to it, if I do say so myself!
There would be numerous rooms for reading…
All with different styles to choose from, thereby allowing the reader to find their favorite chair, as well as finding just the right amount of light…
or maybe just the right amount of pillows…
Here’s where things get rather interesting. You see, my ideal home would be somewhat magical. There’d be a desert trolley, effortlessly rolling from room to room, all by itself. My magic trolley would offer up the best kinds of cookies and pastries one could imagine…
Why?
Because, all of my reading rooms will come with a complimentary tea/coffee service, obviously! Nobody likes having to put a good book down, just to eat or drink, sheesh! Most avid readers would just choose to starve, I’m guessing. But I say, “Not on my watch, they won’t!”
Now, let’s talk about ambiance, or atmosphere, if you will. What’s a good reading session, without the accompanying sounds and smells of a delicious bakery, just up the stairs…
That’s where I’d spend half my day, baking my heart out! Oh, and I’d have one of those air blowers on my kitchen vents, pumping the smell of sugar cookies out into the streets.
The front of my bookstore would offer both an indoor and outdoor seating area…
And, just behind my bookstore would be a beautiful city park, filled with lush green trees, fragrant flowers, and numerous kinds of birds and other small wildlife…
So, there you have it, folks! My ideal home, all rolled up into a dreamy oasis of cookies, characters, and creature comforts!
While, I can unashamedly admit that crying is something I’m rather good at, there are certain moments, experiences, and memories that bring about those joyful drops of emotion that WordPress is inquiring about.
Among the list of crybaby culprits, we have everything from a good song to an old photo album. But nothing get’s my facial sprinklers going like the first cry of a newborn baby!
The miracle! The first sounds of new life! And, they used to say that the louder a baby cries, the stronger the lung’s, so there’s even more joy bubbling up to my fully operational fire suppression units!
In fact, I cried just as much for all my children’s’ firsts! If we’re all being fully honest about the depth of our joyful tears… it has to be babies, children, and and/all small helpless living thing. Just being honest, here.
The picture I shared is of my middle daughter, shortly after her birth. She will soon be celebrating her 33rd birthday, and on or near that date is the expected due date of her first baby. Our newest grandchild shall be the cause of countless joyful tears. But I have to stop talking about her, or those pesky waterworks will short out my keyboard. I’m trying to answer this silly prompt!
Ok! I know it’s Labor Day, so I will not tax your holiday brains with anything further… well, maybe just a few seconds longer.
It’s Friday, not Monday, and overly personal queries from a rolodex question generator are bumming me out!
I vote we keep our personal feelings personal, just now, and do what we love to do… eat cookies til they make us feel sad! Maybe by that point we can overshare about our tummy aches!
Journey With Me! 