I spent most of the work week adapting a Shareholder Agreement for clients.
So many wheretos, whereupons, heretofores and hereafters. The words Shareholder, Agreement and Corporation became pins and needles in my brain.
It was mind mortal.
If I hear or read the word “shall” anytime in the near future I will make sick. No joke.
So my brain was pretty addled already when I headed off to therapy. I LOVE therapy but afterward I’m like this:
“Is this real life?”
Yeah. Like that except on speed. The thoughts and the thinks and the “me,me,me” suck me in. I’m so “all up in my head” it’s disgusting and tiring after a while.
So right now my mind is like this:
Make it stop!
I wish there was a Roomba for the mind.
You could flip a switch in the morning and it goes around and sucks up all the dirty bits and detritus that doesn’t do you any good while you go about your day. Leaving you with a clear, relaxed, and functional mind.
But it doesn’t work that way. In order to quiet our mind and change the way we think we need to DO something. Breathe, pray, meditate, practice constructive living, positive affirmations…etc. Whatever works. (Preferably something healthy, non-disordered and government sanctioned.)
There’s no app for that. No Roomba. Not even Dyson’s Wind Tunnel Technology can still our minds for us. Only we can change the way we think
We have to take charge and control the six inches of real-estate between our ears.
So with that, I’m going to self-propel myself away from this computer and Do something to get me out of my head and back into the Present.
- Do you have a Roomba?
- Are you watching So You Think You Can Dance?
- What’s your favorite color?
- Do monkeys really like bananas?
- Do they make remote controls for your computer?