What is on your music playlist right now? This is an interesting one. I’ve been throwing it back to Matchbox Twenty. I keep coming back to this playlist. I have a lot of different Matchbox songs and different artists on it as well. The name …
Where do you go when you need solitude? When I was in high school, the teen angst was real. I had a thinking spot. Actually, Mary and I had a thinking spot. A solitude spot. This was the place we would go when we …
What is your favorite part about yourself?
Today’s prompt. It’s easy to think something of my appearance, but I feel like there is so much more than appearance.
I have been thinking about this a lot today, as I received the prompt this morning, but am just now getting to the writing.
I think my favorite part about myself is being able to find the good in things. My mindset has been pushed and pushed the last few years and it would have been easier to just give up. It would have been easier to just quit. It would have been easier to not try.
But that’s not me and I think that is my superpower. I keep trying. I keep pushing. I keep going. I think that is my favorite part about myself.
It has take a long time to get there though. Obviously we all have areas in our lives where our mindset is fixed. I have taken the last year to cultivate my way out of that. I have turned things around. I have become a person who puts in that effort. I have become a person who doesn’t quit and keeps trying.
We can’t change until we are aware. Once we become aware, there is no limit.
The prompt: Write about what makes you feel strong. I could easily say strength training. Strength training does make me feel strong. But there is more to it. In lifting, you are in competition with yourself. The mental toughness has to be built. You have …
Write about a dream you remember.
Over and over again. I thought it would be gone for good, only to have it reappear a few weeks or sometimes a month later. It always came back .
It was always around. Hiding in the subconscious. Waiting to break through when I least expected it. It always came back.
It was the Euclid house, 409 North. I was probably around 8 or 9 years old.
I hated going to sleep because the dream would come and visit. A lot. Sometimes days in a row. I hated it. I didn’t know why. I didn’t know what it meant. I was always scare of it. I was always afraid. It felt so real. I thought I was going to die.
I was running. I was running home as fast as I could. It was chasing me. I was scared and I couldn’t make it to the house.
I don’t even know where I was coming from. I didn’t know where I had been. It was always night time. It was always very dark.
I remember the fear. Would it catch me? Why was it chasing me? What had I done? Would I get away? Would someone come and save me?
I always jumped into the backseat of dad’s 56 Chevy parked in front of the house on the street. It was two-tone green four door. He never locked it, at least in my dream anyway. Every time the dream came back, I hoped the car would be there and I hoped the car would be unlocked. And every single time it was.
Every time, in every single dream it’s the same story. I open the back door. Every time I laid down in the back on the floor and every time I pretended I was already dead.
I tried not to breathe. I tried not to shake. The fear. It was real. Everything seemed so real. I didn’t see anything or hear anything. Maybe I fooled him, I thought. Maybe he was gone. Maybe he went right on past the car and up the street. The thing was hideous. I was so afraid and I could never figure out why a werewolf would be chasing me.
I thought I was safe. I felt like I was in the car for hours and hours. I was going to get up, but I heard it. I heard the breathing. I heard the fingernails on the door handle. I told myself to be still. I told myself not to breathe.
I heard the squeak of the door. It was opening. He was coming. He was coming to kill me.
I felt him. He put his hand under my nose. It was furry and tickle-y. I kept still. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t move a muscle. I was so afraid. I didn’t know if he would realize I was still alive.
And then I woke up.
What is your favorite quote and why? That is a writing prompt from the WordPress Bloganuary prompt. It is today’s prompt, January 22, 2022. I just found out about the bloganuary thing yesterday. A little late to the party, but hey, I’m here now. I …