Emotions

Some mornings I wake up and the world is a happy and marvelous place. 

Other mornings, the world is too wound up.  Anxious.  Unhappy.  Angry.

The last few weeks have been kind of amazing.  I've been focusing on allowing myself to feel my emotions - experiencing and embracing them instead of ignoring them and pushing them away. 

I'm recognizing that not all the emotions I'm experiencing are my own.  A lot of emotions I feel are coming from the people around me.  Somehow I'm picking up on their feelings and turning them into my own.

And it's such a relief to know that most of the negative things I feel aren't my own.

I'm learning to handle (and in some cases, avoid) those borrowed emotions.

Yay! :)

YA story hatching

Beautiful, huge, fluffy snowflakes were falling silently from the sky when I walked out the door this morning. The kid in me was full of wonder and excitement at the sight.

The adult in me cursed a boatload of inappropriateness - traffic was going to be a beach. <-- no, that's not a typo. :)

Started toying with a story idea with major YA tendencies. First person POV. High school setting. Love triangle. This'll be a no pressure, just-have-fun-and-write sort of deal (I refuse to stress. I refuse!). I've already scribbled a few pages of stuff down in my excitement.

Look at me, flexing my meager writing muscles! Garr!!

Early mornings

I love early mornings. The stillness of the world clears my mind. Cleanses my soul. Loved ones and neighbors are still asleep. Sitting within the quiet, it's as if you are the only person in the world. But there's no loneliness to this isolation. It's a comfortable state of being.

Spilling erratic thoughts into a free write is therapeutic. Enjoying a cup of coffee by yourself is like getting back in touch with a good friend. Insurmountable problems of yesterday are a little more manageable.

I love early mornings. I just hate waking up.