I want to make it clear that this is MY blog.
A place where I can vent, share and get input from other people. The premise of my post are centred around REAL people and real situations.
I will try to keep names secret, but I am sure if anyone knows me they could very well figure it out. I am not writing things to hurt people, the exact opposite is true.
When I have nothing to distract me, I am forced to listen to what's insider head. It scares me because alot of it is crazy and irrational, I would definitely "what if" myself to death if I could, I am constantly putting myself in "worst-case scenarios".
The worst time of day fore is the what I call "twilight" it's the hour or so that I lay in bed and wait to fall asleep. My mind goes crazy....
What if I get sick and can't work?
How will I pay the bills and how long could I go without a steady paycheck?
What if my hubby left me?
Where would I go?
Who would take the kids?
What If I died?
Who would show up at the funeral?
What would people say?
What do people say?
And on and on and on..... Some nights guided meditations help. I would recommend anything by Simonette Vaja, she has quick little "mini-vacation"meditations that are 10minutes long..
does any one else have "busy head" right before they fall asleep??
I was kind of stuck with what to write, so I went to a site that hundreds of creative writing prompts, I randomly chose "write about your weirdest day at work, so here it is.......
Billie Jean by Michael Jackson has always been one of my favourite songs. A couple of weeks ago it was playing at work and I just couldn't help my self I started grooving. Just a subtle shoulder thing. An older guy walked in and said "YOU'VE GOT TO GIVE MICHAEL ALL YOU'VE GOT"! He then grabbed my hand and led me out from my counter and we danced! It was like I was 12 again and dancing in my bedroom with my BFF. we just totally let loose and shook our troubles away, we sang loud and off key.
People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
Everyone in the store was staring, but at the end of song we were greeted with a round of applause.
