Stream of Consciousness

07/27/15

I'm on the bus, having just finished a blog post, and not feeling like starting another one just yet. I was going to sit back and let my mind wander, but I really want to build the habit of writing down my thoughts whenever it's practical. And it doesn't get much more practical than on the bus with a laptop under my fingertips.

I'm focusing on taking deep breaths. I feel the pressure of a day's worth of thinking in my head, and I'm trying to simply appreciate it.

In.

Out.

It's incredibly relaxing.

A woman on the other side of the bus just showed a picture of her son to her neighbor, "This is a picture of my little beast."

There's this delicious smell in the air that I can't quite identify. A candy smell. They make me think of sweet tarts.

I want to start planning my time blocks with Rosse again. My unscheduled time has become frighteningly wasted.