Headlights

Bunny in a headlight. It's not so much the state of being frozen, but when ALL thoughts cease to exist. Fly right out of your head. This phenomenon is pervasive during the height of the Holy @#%! phase of the Unknown Zone. At least that is my highly objective observation.

Sometimes not having a thought in your head is wonderful. It's not so good when the Mack truck of unemployment is bearing down on you. However, taking a few days to think minimally really improved my ability to string a few thoughts together today. Sadly, they were all related to work so maybe they don't count.

I wonder how other people deal with this. It would be great if I could spend a few months taking long walks and drinking bottles of wine while listening to cathartic music on my ipod. No time for that. I wonder if anyone would like to sponsor me for a year so I can write the middle age version of Eat, Pray, Love. Any takers?

I guess I'll stick with the obvious. Time spent with the kids and a few glasses of wine, not the whole bottle. Spending time breathing fresh air and realizing I am home.

That and watching Buddy the bird trying to weave one of his tail feathers into his cage; which is highly entertaining and hardly uses a brain wave.