Silly me

I went to yoga class yesterday and stayed for the cool-down, which I don't normally do because I'm running to go get the grandbaby.  But yesterday I needed a few minutes of relaxation.  I've found it can be a very creative time, so I really should do it at home.  I was doing pretty good at doing about 20 minutes of yoga a day for a couple months, but that fell by the wayside and there it's stayed.  Anyway, during the relaxtion yesterday I came up with a story idea.  And I think it had a beginning, middle, and end.  Instead of only the bare bones of an idea as usual for me.  But when I went to pick up the grandbaby he had a dirty diaper so I changed him there which results in much fussing by him because he doesn't like those pull-down diaper changers.  End result is that by the time I got home and got him to bed, because he was way worn out, I didn't even *think* about my story idea.  Until 5:30 this morning when I woke up with a vague memory that this idea had come to me.  Did the idea itself come to me?  Of course not.  I lay there and opened myself to the universe, seeking my idea to come back and find me.  But it turned its nose up at me and stayed hidden.  I have a vague recollection that perhaps homely had something to do with it.  But that could have been a strange dream I had initiated by a video my hubby had me watch yesterday.

So, shed a tear or two for my lost story idea.  I'd say it'd find its way back to me, but this hasn't been my experience lately.  Once it's gone out into the ozone, it's gone forever.  *sob*  Yes... *should* carry pen and paper.  Actually I do.  Problem was I just completely forgot about it by the time I got to the car, so couldn't have written it down anyway.

Shades of White and Road by Camille Alexa

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Shades of White and Road
by Camille Alexa

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