I must have spoken too soon when I bragged at how easy the words were flowing last week. Last Friday felt like I had turned on a faucet and let the sink overflow. Then I burned up two days writing three days worth in one post. It’s all fine and well until you look back and see big chunks of missing posts.
Three words came to me first thing today. I’m not one to over think why, I’m not wired to believe that some higher power has choosen me as a big idea conduit to spread the good words about mental health, fitness and 80’s and 90’s cultural references. I open a new page (an app) and start writing. Some days it’s pretty good. Other days it’s just like another 80’s sitcom with a monkey in it. The producers (me) know it’s only a matter of time until “BJ” starts slinging poop. I digress.
This morning the first three words were. “Slow, gentle, words.” I have no effing clue what that means. I certainly didn’t take it as a prompt to think of words that depict gentleness. My mind went straight to the flow of these posts. As in they come out of me in “slow gentle words”. I also immediately knew this was a lie. A truer description would be. “Fast, violent, profanity,” but it’s Friday, and with nothing else coming to mind, I just started. 242 words later, and two minutes of your life wasted, here we are.
Not everything has to mean something. I know that for a time I tried to find meaning in everything. A constant search for life answers. It was fucking exhausting and newsflash, I didn’t find anything. I think this is the draw of religion for a lot of people. It balances out the unknown by allowing people to put those questions in the hands of something else, God, whatever. I’m all about it if it works for them. It’s never worked for me. So for decades I asked, and I searched. Eventually I got to “things just are, quit overthinking it.”
So this morning I don’t question what “slow gentle words”, means. It’s just a thought that passed through my frontal lobe or whichever lobe is charge of awareness, and it just is. I appreciate those three words because it forced me to start and a part of me needs that. Not everything has to be a big idea.
If Seinfeld can be a show about nothing, maybe this should be a blog about nothing. Or maybe it starts with nothingness and becomes something through putting the words out. Things can be about nothing and still be something, right?
Slow.
Gentle.
Words.
#hugsandhi5s
