I’ve been jumping into these WordPress writing prompts, trying to get past the internal censor. I’ve been enjoying the discipline(ish) of – just get it down, and send it out, imperfections and accidental implications be damned. Really, I’ve been enjoying this. Recently, I’ve been thinking about various exercises people undertake which introduce the idea that getting things wrong, or being embarrassed, or being unprepared, or annoying people is actually okay to do. I read about this exercise where a person was instructed to go to a busy trian station, ask for an unreasonably large favour, and keep asking different people. So, this person was embodying the learning that terrible things don’t happen when they ask for a big thing, people just say no and everyone moves on with their life. I can still feel the aha of when I condsidered embracing that idea; people will consider, respond, and we will all move on to the next step, whether that be convergent or divergent, we will do the next thing.
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To know she is loved.
Daily writing prompt
What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?
The most, you ask? The most what, I wonder. I imagine the most of myself I spent for a meal would have been my first meal, the first time I had to digest food to last me a few hours.
I don’t remember that time, nor do I have anything in the way of stories telling of that meal. I’ve been told I was born at home, and that one of my brothers was the third person to see me, after my parents.
My imagination says that it must have been a costly meal. Everyone would have been a little or a lot tired, my earlier food would have been on constant supply, not meal based (is that right?), and instinct or not, I know these things don’t always go to plan.
But, it was worth it. Yes. I got to continue to hang around my noisy siblings, who I must’ve known already from their boisterous presence. I got to continue hanging around my parents, who just like all their kids (I’ve been told, convincingly). I got to meet my own fiery kids, my gorgeous partner, and so many other people.
And, I got to see Mum grow into old age. When I hang out with Mum now, there’s almost always a smile of recognition, of welcome. We’ve spent a long time hanging out, quantity time, and it’s showing now. She’s not always clear on why people want her to walk to the dining room when there’s a lovely warm bed with a convenient overbed tray right in front of her, but she does know that I want only good things for her.
Yes. I’m glad to have paid that effort for my first meal. I get to hang out with Mum, and she gets to know that she is loved.
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