My hierarchy of needs is all messed up. There are too many levels to get to the top. Layers and layers and many staircases. No elevators.
This morning I was thinking that it would be kind of nice if I could share my brain with someone else so they could do all of the work of turning my productive thoughts and ideas into... something. Plus then I'd have someone to talk to while I sweep the floor. Any volunteers? You'd have to be pretty Type A to get it all organized and probably also a scientist, to figure out how to get in.
This blog is kind of like a way in. Not like a door, but a window. A window that is way way way up high, so you can see in a little bit if you are standing back far enough.
Can you see me in here? I am waving.
And this jumbed nonsense is what comes out when I Just Write.
Edited to add: I meant literally share my brain. Like a second personality or friend actually climbing in my head. Not just talktalktalk, like, thinkthinkthink and they just KNOW. It wasn't realistic. Just a thought I had that bounced around on the walls of my mind with no one to know it existed until I wrote it down.