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.