Unprompted

Every morning I leap straight onto my App, ready to practice my writing skills on a random question. Yet several times recently I’ve awoken to discover that I’ve already answered the prompt. If I didn’t always switch my phone off at night I’d be rather concerned that I was sleep writing!

Okay, so in a way that would be a good thing as it would demonstrate a supreme level of commitment to my art. Yet my mind is full of so many random mumblings that literally anything could happen.

It’s also not particularly politically correct having been raised in a time where the British delighted in taking the mickey out of each other, and laughing at life. You get that way after a world war. It only takes a few million people to be killed to convince you of what really matters. Life and living it. Being okay. Helping each other. Sad isn’t it? We forget those lessons too easily.

However, this does not solve this morning’s issue, WordPress is leaving me out! Or is it JetPack? Apparently I’ve answered every single prompt and there are only 12. I think it’s JetPack as if I go on the computer there are other questions. Either way it’s heinous!

Self inspiration

Okay so this is a DIY day. Writing something I wouldn’t normally write. I have to challenge myself!

The possibilities are endless! Let’s talk about that.

Today’s prompt:

How endless are your possibilities?

I’ve lived a very narrow life. I wasn’t raised to think outside the box, take a peep over the parapet, consider that I might do something different.

As I developed in life I did get somewhat outside the box, partly in a universal way as I’m a Medium.

I’ve also traveled a bit more than my mother, dad was in the merchant navy so he did okay. Except later in life he rarely went anywhere other than Cornwall.

As such, when it came to everyday life, I never asked myself the question ‘what if…’

• What if I didn’t have to do a boring job?
• What if I didn’t have to live a semi-detached life. Okay I’ve had a detached house for 30 years but as they’ve been in suburbia the difference is minimal.
• What if I could sing, dance, paint? I was born a wordsmith, but I’ve always wanted to try singing and painting and never actually tried.
• What if the life my parents lived is wrong for me and I need to do something wildly different? Like move to New York?
• What if the needs of others are not more important than my own?
• What if I went and explored this amazing world, refused a boring day job, ignored romance, grabbed a backpack and traveled light?

My cousin once asked me that if her baby daughter decided to live a wild life travelling the world when she grew up, would I, the sensible (as in boringly normal) one talk her out of it. I said no, I’d buy her a back pack.

Escapee

I did escape that thinking. I did discover that there’s way more to life than what we can see and hear. I’ve actually done quite well considering the limitations imposed on my life.

Except for the cats it’s been a quiet life at times, but I’ve loved being in the peace and quiet with them. As I can stand isolation it’s also helped with my writing. So nothing is ever lost, however…

There is so much more to be gained from life if you realise that as a fully flexible human being with extraordinary capacity within your amazing mind, you genuinely do have endless possibilities. You’re a living, breathing, walking, endless possibility.

So what do you want?

Deb xx