So, … It’s Not Me Or Is It?

My mouse is out of sorts and acting wacky.  Technical difficulties abound.  Then I see what others have done and think well I am following the same path.  Ergo, it’s not me.  But alas it must be. I must get over this FB ban for my own sanity.

Yeah, that’s right!  Snap out of it Jilly!!  You are NOT the sun.  The world revolves all on its’ own accord.  You are but a speck of dust in the cosmos.  Meaningless.

Well boo hoo.  Ms. Queen comma drama.  Again I say snap out of it!  “This is the day that the lord has made.  I will rejoice and be glad in it.”  That’s some Catholic school girl roots coming back to haunt me.  Yes I said haunt me.  Bittersweet.

I imagine my parents rolling over in their respective graves at how things have turned out.  Gruesome.  Not even close to a world without sin.  Amen.  More mental imagery and nostalgia.

Ugh, this too shall pass.  Always does before coming back again.  The trick is how do I break the cycle?

As always, more to come.


#SoCS for 3/16/19 ~ soul/sole

Goooood Morning Sunshine!  or not as the case may be. Coming at ya from the mind of one J-Dub McGillicutty.

Wait! the morning is good.  At least I hope your morning is fan-freaking-tastic.  As the case may be refers to time of day.  For all I know you’re sitting down to read this at noon.

Wow!  See how easily words can be misunderstood.  That happened to me recently y’all.  With a Haiku about an action photographer taking pictures of animals.  Someone said the Haiku was creepy and sounded like stalking.  Ugh!

Any Who, How, or Hoo … Linda tells us that your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is soul/sole.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you like. Enjoy!

Think, think and think!

I bare/bear my soul/sole.

Nope that’s not flowing.  C’mon mind.  Let’s go. Think!

Soul of my soul

Invisible deep within me

The essence of my consciousness

Knows not what is the meaning …

Ah that’s the stuff.  Deep man.  Deep.

Sole of my sole

Is a fish

That’s might tasty

Ah that’s definitely not the stuff.  But oh well the mind wants what the mind wants much like the heart.  And for this post I am fin!  End scene!

To have the time of your life, step right here to the fun space the lovely Linda created.

As always, more to come.

#FlashFiction 100 Words or Less ~ 3/15/19

She never bothered to tell anyone.  Why?  Frankly no one cares.  She voluntarily exiled herself to the room she hated most.  Surrounded by clutter, she wallowed in pity. Hammering away at the keyboard.  If she pounded hard enough surely the demons would break free.  Hammering to release the wounds of past pains.  A sense of loneliness and isolation from which she was born.  She felt the word shame before she knew the meaning.  An ache of being rejected by her whole clan. Unclean. Unworthy. Unwanted.  Buried deep in her soul from the moment she took her first gasp of air.

#1linerWeds. 3/13/19

My view today is gray and I got rained on during my walk from garage to building. But I am grateful because I have a view and I can walk in the rain. Perception is all relative.

I saw a quote on the Purple Almond last night and I wanted to grab it for today and of course cite the source. But now I lost the quote somewhere in the spare room for Jesus. What??

OK I am leaving those words. Yesterday I learned Words / Matter. I am using talk to text and the above Jesus sentence was transposed into what you see. Ooooh is that fate, kismet, faith? I’ve no spare room. My empty nest is overflowing.

OK Jill land the plane this is one-liner. Paraphrased:

It doesn’t matter if it’s factual or not … if you believe it’s true then it is true.

Our minds are powerful for sure.

To join in or see what’s happening look here Rules and Ping Back

As always more to come.

Sprucing Up The Place

This is my home now.  Eff you FB!  Hope WP doesn’t decide to ban me as well.  I am semi-reeling here.  What the heck did I do and who the heck did I offend?   That’s not me y’all.  Neurotic sure but offensive???  Someone thought so and turned me in.

Anyway, I figured I’d bloom where I was planted and spruce up the place.  I added the category Storytime with two sub-categories: #FlashFiction and 100 Words or Less.  I’m trying to be creative y’all.  Part of my therapy.  #FlashFiction already had some entries and 100 Words or Less has the first official post coming up this Friday.

As always, more to come.

A Poem About Anxiety

Sitting in the metaphorical dirt

That clouds my racing brain

Wondering how I got here

Again and again and again

Nothing seems to work

To keep the doubts at bay

Fear is the only constant

And my tears that I hide away


I know I am not alone.  And I know that my “issues” do not surpass anyone else’s.  All is relative mi amigos and amigas.  For as long as I can remember, my “stuff” wasn’t important.  I dealt by making jokes and minimizing my feelings.  Why should I complain when what is happening to other people around the world is absolutely atrocious?  I mean c’mon.  Read the news.  If you do, you know I got nothing.

Ah but I do.  And the dam is about to break.  My heavy aching flood of emotions have been contained far too long.

As always, more to come.