Pinging Zing Zing Zing!

(Words) Landing.

I don’t want to feel that I should be writing every second. Or telling myself off for not.

I want to actually live.

If writing supports and celebrates that then fantastic, but I don’t want everything I feel to become a potential post..

However..

When I’m outside in nature my creativity starts buzzing and flowing. Juices get going.

And I have to MAKE NOTES. Or, write EVERYTHING I’m thinking down.

Fearful that the thoughts will flit away.. (they do, the fear is substantiated!)

However, I’m learning to feel more carefree with my word exploration. If I forget something, not becoming too bothered by it.

Opening up my head to the universe when I’m living and observing life, feels like a bonus, that I have made the all in the past.

I know what matters - people (and dogs).

All sorts of unusual, weird and wonderful thoughts, coming spinning out.

I’m outdoors.

Somewhere beautiful and inspiring and I’m pausing to type into my phone, with urgency.

It feels so necessary at times. What I am driven to do.

Feeling wrong and so right at the same time.

As long as I still get to enjoy, and thrive in, my own little peaceful moment.

Rather than recording it.. and moving on.

Again, I want to live.

Maybe it isn’t peaceful if my brain is racing, by other people’s standards but the pinging and zinging, gets me going. It really does.

Feeling inspired to express myself feels so joyful and like I’ve accidentally stumbled on something magnificent, that the universe laid out for me.

Transient waveforms appeared in my lap from the ether and I must go with it!

These are not, forever, waveforms you see.

They peak and then flow away!

I can let them pass me by when I need to.

Or keep them as private moments in my head.

I have a Substack:

Needing to be comfortable with discomfort and expressing things as they are, is positive for me.