What scares me the most (currently) is that no longer having a day job I’ll start self-medicating on daytime T.V., sugar and carbs.  But I already self-medicate on sugar and carbs so adding TV into the Rx isn’t far-fetched. 

So today, I resolutely turn off the morning talk show and attend a journal writing class.  I know, I know, I hear you saying – “BUT JUDY! YOU’VE FACILITATED JOURNALING WORKSHOPS FOR DECADES”.  (Ok, you didn’t say it, I did)  

However, I CAN hear you saying: “BUT JUDY!  YOU’VE NEVER TAUGHT WRITING, YOU DON’T KNOW EVERYTHING .  BUT JUDY! YOU NEED OUTSIDE STRUCTURE.  BUT JUDY! GET OFF YOUR BUTT”.   You, my dear readers, are tough on me . . .

It’s  a good-sized group of people about my own age – has to be roughly my own age because at 9:30 a.m. anyone younger is at work or jet skiing.  Lots of women and 2 men.  The teacher, Maryann Easley,  is a published author, colorful, personable, well prepared and articulate.  So far so good.  

The exercise for this first class – pick a saying and do a quick-write.  We are instructed to each take the piece of paper from the top as the box passes around.  I’m an unruly student and pick from the middle of the pile:

“Breathe

in the moment

now

and be

in the present 

more”

Eww, don’t like this one.  That’ll teach me for not following the rules.  I write: 

I’m always in the moment

impossible not to be

it’s my brain that gets confused

thinks it’s in the past

or wishes for the future.

Bad brain! Will you never learn?

but when you're dead

the present is all I'll know.

Breathe, breath, pneuma

Bob the Blogfish sez:

“. . .  Now she’s really got something to be scared about . . . “