Five Minute Friday - Broken

It's time for the "Five Minute Friday" blogging post. The inspiration comes from Lisa Jo Baker. 

What you do is set your timer for five minutes and write whatever you want according to the prompt Lisa places on her blog every Friday. Then you go back, link your blog and give support to those who posted before you. And, we connect on Twitter with #FiveMinuteFriday.

Ready.

Set.

Go.

Broken.

Broken. The link between my brain and my fingers so that I can write is broken. I don't know exactly when it happened. I think it had something to do with the ECT treatments I had. But, I no longer have that passion and drive to sit and write every day and create novels. 

I'm broken.

Can I be fixed? I don't know. Do I want to be fixed? I can't honestly answer that question either. I'm liking the way my days are now, no pressures to write. No deadlines to meet. No angst in attempting to push my characters beyond their breaking point. 

I'm living a very well balanced life right now. Maybe I'm not broken after all. Maybe this is how a balanced life for me works. Life is good. I'm under little stress. I am happy. My hubby is happy. My pets are happy. It is what it is. 

I'm not broken. I've just been bent into a new direction.

I'm following a new path. A new road.

STOP.

Five Minute Friday - Fall

It's time for the "Five Minute Friday" blogging post. The inspiration comes from Lisa Jo Baker. 

What you do is set your timer for five minutes and write whatever you want according to the prompt Lisa places on her blog every Friday. Then you go back, link your blog and give support to those who posted before you. And, we connect on Twitter with #FiveMinuteFriday.

Ready.

Set.

Go.

Fall.

I love those moments right before I fall asleep. I'm drifting down into the subconsciousness of my mind. The day's worries are far behind me. 

My mind focuses on the prayer I pray right before sleep. Sometimes i make it through the entire prayer before I fall asleep. Sometimes I don't. 

I float away on the softest of dreams, just starting. Not yet developed into full stories for me to enjoy and get wrapped up in while my body rests. It's so nice to dream again. I've had night terrors for so long after the ECT treatments and I was afraid to fall asleep. Afraid of what horrors my mind would conjure for me to recall in the morning light. What terrors would keep me from sleeping at all. 

But, no more. I have sweet dreams now. Real dreams. Fun dreams. I dream. That's the best thing about falling asleep. I fall deep enough that I can actually dream. I awaken the next morning happy and relaxed. Refreshed from a good night's sleep. 

People don't realize how much your body depends on a good night's sleep. Your body needs to recharge. Relax. 

Stop.