{DD} HANDS DOWN MINDFULMESS: An Accidental Story Writer's Tip For Getting Unstuck After Writing Yourself Into A Corner...🤭 *Chasey Style* LOL
NEVER TAKE ADVICE FROM ME.... I need you free to bail me out when it all goes wrong. Thank you for reading this anyway and appreciating my PINK smudged NAILS!
Dear Daily Chasers! Forgive me for what you’re about to receive.. so first lets start with a lovely ‘theme-appropriate’ statement-making(???) ENTRANCE SONG:
Trying to do the little things ever so intentionally, with mindfulness is impossible for me. I’m too clumsy and quick and always on autopilot, I forgot to take care or notice all the wonderful stuff that both my hands are ‘doing’ for me.
UNLESS, and this could be a good trick when practising the art of ‘wash the dishes when washing the dishes’ thing-a-me-jig… ritual that I remember to be ‘recommended’ (from a book I read once) remembering very little; only it was a choice of two ‘evils’ like:
Do I ever eat oranges? No. How often do I was dishes? Not very.
I do like to tend to my monkey-stub, manually chewed fingernails. So, whilst doing that today, I was meandering about the home-office (a desk in the corner of an already too small a room) picking up books and pens carefully and popping them where I need them looking like Edward-bloody-Scissorhands - It was a nice me moment, a feeling of being in full self control and a nice way to hold my own attention.
In future when I get over-stimulated and my brain switches on auto-drive, if I wish to prevent myself from getting carried off a mental joyride, I think I’ll switch gears and just pretend that I have applied fresh nail varnish to my fingernails and really don’t want to smudge any before they dry (or in this case until I am safely back on dry land and my mind has stopped shivering with adrenaline and anxiety) that way I will hardly have to watch myself ‘procrastinating’ all day long then half an hour before midnight (which is my self-inflicted ‘routine’ and a new set bedtime) before I suddenly wake back up in the driver’s seat and see that everything around me is a fucking mess and everything constructive/ productive still needs to be done.
Now, whenever life gets too messy, just like when writing a novel, and I get stuck in confusion and chaos, instead of ‘speeding’ things up to get past the disorder or chaos, I slow myself right down and zoom in on one thing at a time; focusing on the tiny detail - just as I do IF writing a novel. I have never so much as written much of a story about anything at all but it’s coming soon..
I can feel something fictional, from the imagination, based on paranoid accusations, something similar to a short story, flash fiction… from Chasey … YES .. I feel it in my bones and can see a vision of the future emerging from the horizon.
Thanks for checking in with me again. I come to you with painted nails - cool, calm, collected. Typing like my keyboard is made of sugar paper, ever so silky to touch - pinky finger sticking out “very fancy or posh!” well, it would be if they were painted good, I seem to have transferred the mind-mess on to the nails instead… win-some-lose-some LOL
Mess to order is another yin to yang. Can’t have one without the other. Take it easy and if you haven’t yet seen this Wednesday’s Playlist find it here:
(((24.04.24)))-🎧Aural Contraband FREE Playlist🎶Wednesday's MUSIC Picks! 💋
Dear Chasers! aka my favourite Armchair Travellers!..💋 (IF YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW SO..scroll down for the good stuff..!! MUSIC IN ONE PLACE …!!) If this is your first time read here: The first thing you should know about my taste in music is that its as extensive as selective memory and as obscure as fish shop gravy used to be down south in London. Maybe……