This is nothing much; just a sentence with ten words.
Write your own eulogy.
Erm, no! I’m not ready to go as yet and this is creepy. Let’s just say that when I die, I hope I die with no regrets.
Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.
Ten minutes! Wow! What do I write in ten minutes? Okay, the timer starts… NOW!
I still don’t have an idea what to write in the space of ten minutes.
Should I talk about how my day is going? It’s fine, but I am waiting for four o’clock to get out of the office. Should I talk about my co-workers? They’re pretty awesome and they’re probably the best people I’ve worked with in years. I couldn’t have asked for better gals! Should I talk about my new writing project? They’re coming along fine. But you know what they say, too many things to do, too little time.
What should I talk about? How about Wattpad? I recently rejoined the platform and I am enjoying some of the stories. I encourage writers to have a look. What about books? I used to be a massive book hoarder, but I think I’m cured. I don’t buy many books like before and I don’t have a wishlist for 2017. A first.
Oh, look, the time’s up. Gotta go! It was nice being random for ten minutes.
Do you prefer juice or fruit?
Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?
Small. I used to like it when I was little, now, I feel as if it’s just suffocating me. I’m working on getting out of it.
If you were to paint a picture of your childhood, what colors would you use?
Hmm, I had a colorful childhood.
Ways to Relax List: Make a list of what relaxes you and helps you feel calm.
^ Reading/Studying God’s Word
^ Watching the sunset
^ Reading novels
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Writing! I’ve been extra happy with my writing lately and I was just grateful for it last week. I’m not sure what I’m looking forward to as yet.
I simply love this!
She lets him sleep a little longer,
Gathering his strength…
Closed his door
Hearing him snore,
He wakes up at length.
She peeled peaches soaked in syrup,
He slices each to stir up…
Her self pride
In prepared provide,
In putting her foot in the stirrup!
She asked that he buy BISQUICK,
Maybe ’cause she was homesick…
Used at home
He goes along,
Although his cook’s ego is ticked.
Pancakes with peach sauce,
Mutual effort at cost…
Both take turns
Thus love burns,
No rock on the moss (…?…).
They each know the other’s behavior,
Trying when they can to savor…
The other as unique
Character which speaks,
Of relationships with God’s favor! 🙂
Yes to coffee no matter the hour! 🙂
(In case anyone wonders…MOXIE Cups also hold coffee!)
REALITY IS…without a huge mug
That coffee brought down the long hall…
From a coffee machine down there
Is drunk in no time at all!
MOXIE mugs or paper cups
Have poor capacity…
Unless one holds back the thirst
And sips most daintily!
Used to allow us a pot down here,
Had increased capacity…
Water and grounds close at hand–
Potfuls would satisfy me! 🙂