Invasion of the Monkey Mind

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I just had a conversation about this new project I’m working on. It’s so engaging, I said. The hours fly by, I said. I’m so focused…

Yes, well. That was then. Fast-forward to the next day:  my power animal shows up in the form of Curious
George. Hopped up on a cocktail of mind-altering drugs. I can’t sit still for two minutes. OK, maybe two, but that’s it.

Here. Take a peek inside my monkey mind…

Got up, wrote in my journal—which, thank God(dess), I do every day. Then I made coffee and wrote a blog about it while my coffee got cold. Heated up cold coffee and decided I needed a photo to go with the blog. Got my camera, tried three different mugs, took the photo while my coffee got cold. Heated up cold coffee and posted my blog, which I accidentally deleted and had to re-post while my coffee got cold. Drank cold coffee.

Ravenously hungry. Retrieved cold roasted potatoes from the fridge and ate while standing up. Not a good practice—I don’t recommend it. Most days, I actually make myself breakfast and eat at the table like a human. Some days I don’t. Today was one of those days.

Pulled out my notes on my engaging project, opened the files on my laptop and started to make the bed. At which point, I thought maybe I should walk the dog. And upon returning home, I decided it was essential to check my email, reorganize my pencil box and sweep the kitchen floor.

No no no. Get back to work. But not before rearranging the notes on my desk (a.k.a. the kitchen table) and looking for my favorite pen—not, as it turned out in the newly organized pencil box—which I found after I did the dishes and finished making the bed.

Deep breath. Clock strikes nine. It’s still morning.

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  1. Maia LagerstedtAugust 26, 2014 at 3:10 PM

    Found my stash of pens. Sharpie fine point no-bleed pen--love them!

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