Thought Salad

Tag: word prompt

  • Weekend away

    Another day of course work, waking up panicked before my alarm went off for some unknown reason. I felt like I’d slept in, and was surprised to see I still had twenty minutes left before it would tell me to get up and start the day. I lay there for a few minutes trying to…

  • For better

    I knocked on the door, wondering if he’d heard me over the noise of the tv. He opened up, and smiled.”Oh it’s you Doctor. Come in, come in. The clinic called and I got worried something bad was in the bloodwork.” I rushed to reassure him. “Oh no, nothing like that.I just wanted to make…

  • Lifestyle

    We all have one, whether we accept it for what it is or not. Today’s word prompt is huge, and caused me to take a step back and think about what it really means. My lifestyle is comfortable in material terms, but bursting at the seams in so many ways.  It’s full of kids with big…

  • Long road home

    Today has been tiring. Nothing overly difficult or unusual, but draining none the less. It’s like the floodgates had opened up,  and people and problems continued to pour in. I felt like a river bed, gouged down by the persistence of water, wearing me down over time. By the last set of troubles I felt…

  • Monday, the devils apprentice 

    I slept great last night, which is such a nice change. It almost makes a person feel like shouting from the rooftops “Hey, I slept great! None of the warm bodies in my house destroyed my night! Yay!!”  I’m pretty sure a lot of people out there can identify with this sentiment. Such a great…

  • The busy day

    Ever have days where you feel so breathless from the list in your mind you just stop and chuckle helplessly?  Sometimes I feel like I’m on a merry go round that isn’t very merry and is spinning so fast my face is doing that thing when your gums flap away from your teeth. It’s funny…

  • Adulting

    Another quiet morning listening to the clock on the wall ticking away comfortably. I’ve poured my coffee and put my butt into the depression on the couch that everyone fights over, which makes me smile.  It’s just a depression, but it’s the place I fed all my babies in the quiet nights while the clock…