So without much of a plan, and caught up in some generous displays of loafing and meandering, I came up with the idea of just thinking of things I didn't have and which would therefore have some creative fear attached to them. Imagining these things. I picked 5 and thought about them in the bathroom while on the toilet.
Thought 1: being fully fit and able to do sport. Feeling: blissful, but it was difficult to imagine, sense pugilising pilates has been stretching my patience recently.
Thought 2: being a teacher. Feeling: serene, and a rich visual image came up. A white washed class room, empty and between lessons, and myself or my mind-from-afar lingering among the wooden folding-lidded desks.
Thought 3: being organised. Feeling: energised, and also I could imagine it, an image of a diary entry marked with legible handwriting came into being.
Thought 4: publishing a book. Feeling: satisfying, as though it was going to happen or was at least possible.
Thought 5: the girlfriend. Feeling: dingledodyingly dandy, but sadly difficult to imagine, hemmed in by drunken shyness and the habit of not-ness.
The result, I enjoyed my mental challenge, it only took 3 minutes, and had a lasting vibe of energy that has remained.
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