I have to thank Duane Scott for allowing me to present the uninhibited workings of my mind on Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays.
Especially when my brain feels like a heated wok.
Sitting on the stove top in utter disdain.
It’s not ready to make scrambled eggs.
It wants to somehow deflect that dump of information that has been whisked by other people — a gelatinous mix that has diffuse ideas folded in, a dash of resources, and a generous sprinkling of deadlines.
Everything stirred and shaken with wild abandon.
Some of it spilling over, but who cares when creative thoughts are being mushed under the pressure of producing uninspired deliverables?
Scrambled eggs taste good sometimes — most certainly when you plan to make them.
But what I would really like to make is lasagna.
With all the layers separate yet together.
Distinct ideas, fused together in a compilation that makes sense. That is savored with every bite … not just a meal you try to get through.
I’ve had many meals like that.
Childhood memories of ma making bitter gourd or yellow lentils. Standing over my head, telling me I couldn’t get up from dinner table unless I finished everything.
Reminders of “all those hungry people in the world.”
Chants of count your blessings.
I never learned how to cook from her. Just used the internet — still do.
And the one thing I control in my kitchen, is making only things I like eating …creating meals that don’t have to be wasted.
But work life doesn’t work that way.
I don’t always get to choose the projects I want.
Some I just have to plow through … others I am passionate about.
Kind of like relationships — you choose some and you’re born with others.
Some you get handed on a silver-coated platter in the course of time.
Introducing a new kind of stress — nourish them or let them wilt? Grumblingly, spend your evenings and weekends planning get-togethers and attending them, or woefully let them die a natural death?
Acquaintances, colleagues and relatives all clamoring for time and attention in an effort to jump over that stone wall you’ve erected to protect the exclusivity of your friends.
It all becomes a scrambled mess at some point.
Unavoidable and unpleasant.
Maybe it’s s sundae I’m looking to make.
A collection of unhealthy, yet oh-so-delectable, bits and bites in a frozen melange to numb my overheated brain.
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You captured PERFECTLY the essence of why Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays were created.
I want to read this again, I love it so much.
Aren’t you sweet? Just like the chocolate, vanilla sundae I’m conjuring … but in a different way. I need to stop! This is getting out of hand!!
But seriously, thanks for creating Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays — the one constant in my otherwise chaotic existence.
Ok, now I’m officially jealous.
I don’t think I could whip up a concoction nearly as wonderful as this one was…
I’m sure you can concoct one that is even more savory … all you need to do is give it a shot.
Welcome to the land of the disturbed! I like this. I want to create idea lasagna. Or a sundae. Now I’m hungry.
Thanks, Sandra
Whipping up another one tomorrow.
My thought pattern is way too structured. I couldn’t get past them scrambled eggs.. :-/
Lunch time !! I know what I’m having…
-anon1
So, how was the sundae?
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