In My Right Mind

Americans love to make up words, have you noticed? Neologisms, I believe they’re called. Words created by combining existing words. For instance, when money started getting tight and a label was needed for spending time at home instead of traveling, ta-da!  The ‘staycation’ was invented. Then there’s the one my great-nephew introduced me to — the Nakation. Yes, means what it sounds like, a nudist vacation. No, by “introduced me to” I don’t mean we went on one. Sorry, but there are just some things this ol’ gal ain’t doing. Not even in my younger days. Not even if I had the body of a goddess (and depending which culture we’re comparing to, I do).

I’m creating yet another: Braincation — a vacation for the brain.

This is what I’d like my brain to do every once and a while.

Because my brain truly needs one of those. Unfortunately, said brain refuses all invitations to disengage.  I’ve come to realize, or accept, my brain is a workaholic. Even when my body says, “Yo, Grey Matter, wanna shut down for a bit? Chill? Relax on the couch and watch a movie?” my brain refuses to comply.

I’m skeptical as to whether or not it actually ever sleeps.

Even at times when it has become an overloaded pan of mush, parts of it are still firing. They just fire on a topic that isn’t what caused it to become mush in the first place. I’ve tried meditation — seriously. I figured that might help the brain just empty out for a bit and give me some much needed peace. Amazingly enough, I can get into the meditative state with relative ease, but then it becomes, well, rather noisy. It’s as though I’m in the middle of a huge room, crowded with people, and everyone’s talking at once. I’ll find myself hearing bits of conversations but get bounced from one to another until I finally decide to leave. Someone told me all those voices are spirits, angels — whatever term you choose to use — and it means that I’m very receptive. Which, in the metaphysical world is apparently a good thing.

In the world of hunting for an off switch for the brain — or at least a pause button? Not such a good thing.

They say writers and other creative sorts are just one, small step away from white hug-me jackets and bars on the windows. I would say, they are absolutely correct.

Pass the M&M’s, please.

Write on!


8 responses

  1. You need to be wary of those voices, and for God’s sake, don’t talk back to them! Don’t even nod yes or no. Eavesdropping is fine; you can learn a lot, and get some really stupendous material for dialog. Just beware that slippery slope….

    August 1, 2012 at 6:34 am

    • Um. . . don’t talk back . . . but . . . well, they promised nothing would happen.

      August 2, 2012 at 4:43 pm

  2. Josh, that’s great!

    Me? My mind is never still. I think it would scare the hell out of me if it were…

    August 1, 2012 at 2:03 pm

    • Just the thought of that makes me shudder.

      August 2, 2012 at 4:43 pm

  3. Wow, I wish I could meditate. I can’t keep my brain from shutting off either. Way too noisy–all the time. I have tried meditation, but both mentally and physically I am too restless.

    I think it goes with the territory of being a writer, as you suggest. And I would totally believe that we are one step away from the nuthouse. Wouldn’t it be great if we all ended up there at the same time?

    August 2, 2012 at 10:05 am

    • I’m not sure the nuthouse would remain standing! But it would most likely be great fun until its ultimate demise. Which would be rewritten several times, I’m sure. 😉

      August 2, 2012 at 4:42 pm

  4. Lol! I’m with you. And everybody having that party in my head says they’re with you, too.

    August 2, 2012 at 9:38 pm

    • They better be with me, or I’m in some serious trouble. 😉

      August 3, 2012 at 5:18 am

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