Stream of Consciousness Sunday: The End.

I’ve felt this coming for a while.

The change. The feeling that it had run its course and that it’s time to move on.

The end of Stream of Consciousness Sunday is here. 

Over a year ago, July 8, actually I took SOCSunday over from Fadra. She handed it over to me, entrusting that I could keep its spirit alive.

I think I’ve done a decent job. But it’s now feeling overwhelming. Sometimes I just don’t have anything to say. Or I want to write more. Or I just don’t feel like doing it. I have a hard time going in and reading posts that are linked up and that makes me feel sad. Making time isn’t my strongest point right now.

To my community: I love y’all. And I hope you’ll still visit. I’ll still visit you. Keep writing and keep dumping your brain.

And if you’re interested in a free writing every week, go link up on Tuesdays with Heather for Just Write!

Thank you for sticking it out with me!

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Stream of Consciousness Sunday: A week of Mondays. Again.

This has been a crazy week. I don’t know about for y’all, but it’s been full of Mondays for me.

Surely you learned something, though. Right?

Today’s (totally optional) prompt: What I learned this week.

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This week was full of Mondays. In fact, I’m actually looking forward to this Monday so I can start over with a real week.

Jason traveled this week and Monday started with driving the 35 miles to work, getting a call at about 1pm that our alarm was going off, driving home 35 miles, checking on the alarm, WALKING THROUGH THE HOUSE WITH A HOE IN MY HAND (like that was going to hurt somebody), and then driving back to work 35 miles. And then home again.

That night, I called the Dunwoody PD and asked if an officer could walk through the house before Henry and I came in and spent the night. They obliged with no questions asked. The officers were great and I was able to sleep that night.

Thursday, I came home to a CHIPMUNK in my house. Yes, people. A chipmunk was in my house. We got it out, but I gotta tell you. They may be cute on TV, but they’re NOT cute when they’re in your house. And then I had a strange anxiety dream about running a half marathon in Ohhhhhhh, 33 days. (What am I thinking?)

Saturday, after work, we drove to the fair. Oh, how I love the fair. There’s nothing strange or “Monday-like” about the fair, but I thought y’all might want to know that.

Was your week crazy? Was it all Mondays?

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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). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Stream of Consciousness Sunday From #TypeACon

Hello from Type A Conference. I’m LOVING having so many bloggers and friends in my fair city. I hope their experience in Atlanta is a good one.

I had the chance to attend a hands on session with Heather King and Vikki Reich on Friday and honestly, if it’s all I did this weekend, it was enough. Heather hosts Just Write on Tuesdays and it’s another free writing link up. If you’re interested in more free writing during the week, go join her!

In the session, we did a 5 minute writing exercise. I’m just going to share that with you today. Go write. Find whatever you’re thinking about and write it out.

Muah!

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Me: Grannie is going to die, baby. 

Henry: But will she still be at her house? 

Me: No. She will be in heaven. 

Henry: So does that mean she will be my angel? 

Me: Yes. Just like Charlie is. 

Henry: Oh good. I will like having two angels. 

Explaining death to a child isn’t easy. Luckily death has always been something we have discussed since our first son died. We have wanted Henry to know that death is ok and normal and everybody does it.

Death isn’t scary. Dying may be, but death is not.

Sitting in the room, knowing that any breath would be her last, I realized this. I realized that more than anything, HOW I will die is the most frightening part of the whole thing. I’m not afraid of where my body will be or where my soul will be.

I know that one day I will be holding my baby with my Grannie scratching my head again.

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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). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Freeeeeeeee!

I’ve had a bit of a strange few weeks and have felt very discombobulated. I’m thinking right now I need a true brain dump. Whatcha think?

Today is FREE WRITING!

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I just set my timer for 5 minutes to write. I’m really dumping my brain tonight. But the tv is on and it’s kinda loud. I’m not turning it off though because Auburn football is about to come on and I don’t want to miss it. Truth be told, I’ll probably be in bed about midway through the 2nd quarter. I’m very tired.

This week has been hard and long. Next week stands to be harder but ends with the Type A conference. I’m quite excited about seeing my online friends in my own city. I can talk with my native twang without it being watered down!

Ooh, football is on. What in the WORLD is my kid watching on his computer? The music is horrendous.

I hate LSU. I sure hope we beat them tonight. But who knows. Also, have you noticed that Brad Nessler looks like Nick Saban’s fat uncle? He does. Look it up.

Seriously. I need to find out what Henry’s watching on the computer. Ugh.

Free write. Dump your brain. Free your mind. (and the rest will follow)

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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). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Pick a Picture

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Pick a Picture

This week I had to look for a picture of something that was on my phone from a while ago. I realized I had a ton of pictures that had great stories behind them. So today, I want you to take a minute to find a picture, upload it, and write about it – fact OR fiction. Or just do a free writing exercise for 5 minutes.

Today’s (totally optional) Prompt: Pick a picture to tell a story about

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I found this picture:

trevor note

I don’t think I ever told y’all about this.

A young lady worked for Jason for a while and her boyfriend was a wide receiver at Auburn. I’m not sure how much field time he got, but it doesn’t really matter, does it? He still dressed out and donned the Orange and Blue.

She knew that I went to Auburn and that Henry was, well, a little confused about whether to say War Dawgs or Go Eagles! Obviously, he should say War Eagle!

Trevor was not only on the 2010 National Championship Team, he was Cam Newton’s passing partner in practice.

One day, Jason came home from a meeting with a gift bag. In it was the pair of gloves that Trevor used in practice. They weren’t Cam’s gloves, but they were close.

But the note was the best part.

To my main man, Henry.

Succeed in everything you try.

Trevor

That’s the Auburn Spirit if I’ve ever seen it.

Tell me a story about one of your photos you’ve never shared!

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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). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

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