Eat a Cookie
Setting the Mood for Writing
I’ve already written a number of pieces this morning, so I was thinking about how I want to be the best motivational writer I can be and wondering if there was anything else I could write today. So, the question was out there even though I hadn’t addressed it to my spirit guide or anybody else in spirit. What came back to me was: “Eat a cookie. It will get you in the best mood possible.”
I mean, it’s silly, right? Yet, it might just be sound advice.
Whatever you can do as a writer to produce a better product is good, right? The other day, I was talking about how scent will get me into a more reflective frame of mind. The music I listen to as well. But I do have an advantage there in that I have lost some hearing. Additionally, my ears ring. Between those two things, sometimes it doesn’t matter that I’m not listening to music. I guess you could call it a dead zone, which is particularly humorous, seeing that I talk to dead guys.
Chuck Lorre might like to have me on his staff of writers. I’m just teasing.
So, how’s the day going? I’m still not dressed, but that’s neither here nor there. I mostly don’t get dressed these days anyway. The cats are all inside. Molly is in the living room somewhere, and Stanley and Millie have curled up together on the bed. It’s going to start raining any minute. The forecast says in 24 minutes. I think it is supposed to rain until midnight. Then, there is supposed to be more rain over the weekend.
I had a nice cup of tea. From the Republic of Tea, their Ginger Peach White tea flavor. Unfortunately, I poured it into my coffee cup, which still had a slurp of morning coffee. I was dismayed at first, but then I thought, “Oh, happy accident.” People put milk in their tea all the time. So what if there was a little coffee and chocolate in it at the same time? Maybe Chai tastes like that. Anyway, it was a nice cup of tea. I’ve already written three documents today, with another three in various stages of completion. So, it’s been a productive morning.
I have to tell you about “Oh, happy accident.” I first heard it from my spirit guide some thirty years ago when I first started channeling. 1993 was when the WWW was invented. It was shortly after that. I dropped a completely full half a gallon of milk on the kitchen floor. I mean, it was impressive. Milk exploded out of it. If that had ever made the internet, it would have been a crowd-pleaser. In those days, I was just going through Menopause and had not yet been diagnosed as diabetic. Can you imagine how furious I was?
One of the symptoms of being diabetic, by the way, is being cranky. Anyway, I could feel myself going into full roar mode when Seth, my spirit guide, said it. Oh, happy accident. See, I also don’t mop my floor much, not to mention clean the cabinets and such in the kitchen. A general rule of thumb I adopted long ago was if it is not moving, I’m not all that worried about it. I was now presented with the opportunity to do a deep cleaning in the kitchen. He’s said it a few times since then, but that’s what I thought of when I mixed the dregs of a cup of coffee with my tea. It’s actually not that bad.
Thanks for reading. I’ll be in touch.
Oh, shoot. I forgot to mention this is my 500th piece here at Medium. Yay!
The Links: When the Internet was Invented What I am Listening to: Nothing. My ears are ringing just fine. What I am eating: Cookies and tea