Share My Bench

Happy Monday, my flowers:Ten minutes. That's how long I've been looking at this screen and trying to decide what irresistible topic to discuss. I need something riveting for a Monday morning, something to bring smiles and surges of energy.
Why don't I want to write about wearing heels today, for the first time in months, and the bruises and blisters I've got on my feet to prove my stupidity? Or the plug-in pheromones I bought because they're supposed to stop cats from getting mad at each other (they aren't working)? Or going to a 95th Birthday lunch today for a friend of Jerry's parents, and how it made me feel to see how much smaller the crowd was than five years ago when we gathered for the same person's 90th?
Wow, I know why I don't want to write about any of these things. I bore me. And I work seven days a week so Monday is the same as Sunday or any other day, except that I do try to get to mass on Sundays--without messing up my work schedule. Monday? Big deal, and I feel the same way about Friday:)
Now I know exactly what I'm writing about and why. I'm looking for wisdom from you--I'm hoping you will have some little pearls about getting balance into a life, learning to prioritize and above all, finding the inner peace and sanity to be grateful for all one has.
Have you ever felt like a human doing rather than a human being? My hand is up and waving--in between words, of course.
The odd thing about all this introspection is that I know it's what makes me who I am (now there's a brilliant insight). It makes me a writer--good heavens. Introspection sits me on a bench, along a deserted road in the almost-dark to work out a plot. I take Millie to curl up on my lap and help me talk things through. She thinks shapeshifters at a Venetian masquerade in New Orleans is a very good idea. These moments are exciting and peaceful at the same time.
Over to you, Quillers. If you ever feel bored, boring, or out of smiles, what brings out your personal sunshine?
You have an open invitation to share my bench sometime...





















