I’m vegging out…
Is that a word? Vegging? My spell checker says it’s not…
But you all know exactly what I mean, don’t you?
I’m sittin’ around, not doin’ anything important…zonin’ out.
And I feel guilty.
I shouldn’t. But I do.
We all need to zone out once in a while…we need to shut off our brains and just float aimlessly along the river of mindlessness.
I need to find a different place to do it though.
Because right now, I’m in my favorite writing place, at my favorite Starbucks, in my favorite chair, with my favorite cup of coffee…
And like Pavlov’s dog, I seem to be trained to react a certain way when I am in this spot.
I get out the iPad and I start to write.
I guess that’s a good thing…this place seems to help me break through the clutter in my mind and focus my thoughts.
But what about when I need to mentally unplug?
Am I so OCD that I need to have one place to think and one place NOT to think?
Well, at least I’m in the right place to think about that right now…
Think about where I can go to not think…
Wow, there’s a heavy concept.
I’m thinking too much…my head is starting to hurt.
I better find that non-thinking place soon….