Me and what it means to feel free.
Operating without instructions.
Jumping without a net.
Moving freely without a bookbag crammed with rocks of every shape and size slung around my shoulders.
Road trips on warm days. The sunroof open with heat beating into my drying skin.
A big clump of work attached to an email and pressing send.
Out on the water.
Staring out at a large undulating moving body of water.
Stepping into the water.
Diving in.
Only is it is above 85 degrees.
A new pair of running shoes.
A ten, five and five ones in my wallet.
Riding on my bike (in no wind, no hills and temperature above 85 degrees.)
TIME.
Linked up with Jana’s Thinking Place today.
Stream of Consciousness Sunday. Our prompt: FREE. Whatever we please.
I chose to spew forth thoughts and images of what freedom is to me.
What about you?
What gives you a momentary thrill of freedom?
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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar).
- Go to Jana’s and link up.
