This is where a brave and beautiful bunch gather every week to find out what comes out when we all spend five minutes writing on the same topic and then sharing ‘em over here.
Now, set your timer, clear your head, for five minutes of free writing without worrying about getting it right.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
Oh and Ahem, if you would take pity and turn off comment verification, it would make leaving some love on your post that much easier for folks!
OK, are you ready? Please give us your best five minutes on:::
My first thought when I saw the word "rest", was rest, as in sleep. But then I thought about how I never get it, and probably won't for a while. So my mind wandered.... to "rest" as in all of the rest, what is left of something. I'm liking that thought process, so I'm letting my mind go there.
What is left? What is the rest? After all other things have been taken, after all other things are gone, what is the rest, what is left?
Some days I feel my shell is hollowed, I am completely empty. There is nothing left, but there is something there, I'd lie if I said there wasn't. What is left in me after I'm drained. The rest. You know what that is to me? My selfishness.
I give it all away to my kids, to my husband, to my "job", which is being a teacher, being organized. Getting the house done. The endless laundry.
But I leave a little. Even when I feel completely dry. I always leave some for myself.
Is that right? Am I wrong for that? I doubt it. Selfish moments are often stolen after hours. I play a game, scour facebook, read a book. I spend time in those moments of what is left. the rest of what I have inside of me after the rest of me is spent.
We all need that. Too many mothers, parents, people spend all that they are. It's ok to be selfish sometimes.