Clown blogger loses idea
miraculously publishes post anyway. World saved.
I began yesterday’s post intending to write about how my children and wife make fun of my low pain tolerence then take that somewhere else. I’m sure it was something about pain, sensitivity and how their good natured ribbing brought us closer together.
My mouth was yelling at me angerily and I was distracted.
Without realizing it, I changed direction.
I started to dream about miraculous molocules and how by looking at very little things we have helped ease a lot of pain in the world.
Instead, I focused on the absurdity of singing during a tooth extraction.
I’m writing this for you on a Monday.
What intentions do you have for the week?
How would you like things to go / turn out?
Can you let the week and your time in it become the week that needs to be rather than the week you want?
How can you give into and go with what’s emerging?
Where are the laughs?