If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.-—Joseph Campbell

Transitioning Through the Day

Friday was filled with other people’s schedules. Saturday I wake full of ideas and no schedule, so I begin writing until I recognize a drop in energy. I want to be around others. I could go to the grocery store. It would be my schedule, but with others.

The store is too busy. This is not what I wanted. I hurriedly get what I need and return home. But home is too quiet. (Sounds like Goldilocks…this bed is too hard, this bed is too soft…)

I take my notebook to a local deli where I eat lunch, watch people and write. Ah, just right.

The rest of the day is a breeze. Until around 8 when I notice arcs of light flashing from the corner of my left eye.

This is something new and I don’t like it. I call a friend to talk it through. She’s not there, but her 40 year old brain damaged son who lives with her is. I tell him my concern.

“Cool,” Ryan says.

“Have you ever had anything like this?” I ask.

“Yeah, all the time,” he answers.

Oh great, I think, and ask him what he does about it.

“Man, I just enjoy it,” he answers.

“Thanks,” I say, thinking I’ll call my brother, who has also had brain trauma.

I connect with my brother, then read about the arcing on the internet. I decide to take Ryan’s advice and just enjoy it.

This morning I wake full of ideas, ready to begin again.

And so it goes.

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Comments on: "Transitioning Through the Day" (2)

  1. Reblogged this on MetaRead360 Small Press presents and commented:
    Life is a transition!

  2. I love this and for the very first time I think I will try writing in a cafe. What an awesome idea – signed too soft/too hard Goldilocks 🙂 If the arcs were a visual migraine, mine last 20 minutes exactly with no pain until the end and it’s only mild. I just wait them out though they come in clusters and after a few weeks (of more than one a day, up to four) they went away.

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