As children we were taught, or should have been taught, to share. Perhaps I took this lesson to the extremes. I love to share. Seriously, honestly, I am not shitting you. It’s become an issue actually because what I really like to share now are my thoughts. This can be dangerous, my thoughts aren’t necessarily filtered well.
It’s this need for sharing that has me literally holding back what I say to people because I had just had a daydream about them, or a dream, or a random thought. None of these thoughts are violent or disturbing and I mean to do no harm to anyone. They are mainly my over-imaginative mind creating scenarios, conversations, and actions. The really good, funny, moving ones I want to share immediately.
Lately the ones I’ve wanted to share haven’t exactly been appropriate for sharing, they are more of a private thing. But my crazy brain thinks otherwise and continues to shower me with snippets until I’m about to crack and spill my mind’s made up dirty laundry. Thankfully I have an over abundance of notebooks and I have been really good about writing it all down, getting as creative, personal, and honest as I want. It’s actually quite therapeutic. I just hope that it continues to work, or even better, situations change and I could be more able to share these thoughts. Stopping them is out of the question. My imagination won’t allow that, even when I throw three books at a time at it, plus as many tv shows, movies, crafts, and activities as I can. I have been invited to do a five mile run next spring, so maybe some old fashioned exercise will be what it takes to silence the beast that is my mind.
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