"...thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl. My mind swings wildly through time, touching dozens of ideas a minute, un harnessed and undisciplined. This in itself is not necessarily a problem; the problem is the emotional attachment that goes along with the thinking. Happy thoughts make me happy, but how quickly I can swing again into obsessive worry, blowing the mood; and then it's the remembrance of an angry moment and I start to get hot and pissed off all over again; and then my mind decides it might be a good time to start feeling sorry for itself, and loneliness follows promptly. You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions."
fm.
eat, pray, love elizabeth gilbert
My daughter will kill me when she is older--seeing these pictures broadcast all over cyberspace.
I am trying to work. I have a deadline to meet and want to be outside sweating in the hot summer sun. I am instead inside, listening to Joshua Bell and procrastinating. Still, this will serve as my second warm up and stretch before the actual write. Fair enough.
It is 2:00pm. Ready, set....make love.
Ciao.
