Don't MIND Me

I’m not a deep thinker, but I'm a thinker nevertheless. Often my thoughts are quite simple, really, but my mind can become so full. Ideas for articles, chapter titles and character development for various writing projects swirl around in my head and I must interrupt my current activity in order to jot them down on receipts and slightly used napkins. I need to remember to tell our landlord about the broken lock on the sliding glass door. Should I defrost the pork chops for tonight or make it easy and go with spaghetti? I can’t forget to help Noah with his campaign speech. Telling the students at Park Elementary School that he wants to be their Vice President, “’cause, like I don’t know, I just want to,” may not impress the voters, although you never know. He does have really nice hair and he’s a champ at wall-ball so he’s probably a shoo-in.

A tale-tell sign that perhaps I needed a break from my thoughts and a chance to breath deep for a while hit me afresh recently when I finished brushing my teeth at bedtime and realized that I had, once again, used my son’s toothbrush for the job. Ugh! “What’s wrong with me? Where’s my head?” After gagging twice I climbed into bed and decided to give my thoughts some thought. “What was going on in my mind?” I smiled to myself as I took a moment to remember what I had been thinking about while at the bathroom sink. It went something like this: I hope when it comes time for me to have a colonoscopy someone invents a way to do it without going up my colon. Maybe I should wear something sexier to bed for my husband, but then I’d be cold and I hate to be cold. If I owned a sharper knife I could cut up a whole chicken myself, which would be cheaper than buying the pieces already cut….

As I lay in bed, reviewing my thoughts, I received the break I needed and deep breathing followed—a full eight-hour vacation. Zzzzzz…