. . . except for all the ones that slip through. The brain just doesn’t stop. I’ve seen writers try to calculate how many thoughts occur per minute…per day…blah blah…but: Where does one thought end and another begin. The only person who is going to count my thoughts is me, and even I am not going to do it.
There are so many thoughts to ignore. Too many. I just try to think about my breathin or something.
I read a book one time, it was some kind of self help book for anxiety I think. Basically, the book said to look at the thoughts running through your mind as though they were the cars of a train. Each train car is of a certain type: a coal car, a tanker, a flat car…blah blah blah. Same with your thoughts: One thought is a memory, one is an assessment, one is an emotion, and so on. But the point is: who cares?
I just felt like posting something. WordPress has been pulling at my brain lately.
WordPress is probably one of the things I should be ignoring.