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ArtistWriterStudio's avatar

I rarely feel bored, but I love this. This is probably why creative thoughts come in the shower because we are not otherwise engaged.

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Becca Wilkotz's avatar

Such an insightful piece! It feels like there’s permission here— to soften into discomfort, to allow new ideas to germinate, to want to redirect to connection. Thanks for writing 💕

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Kristine Claghorn's avatar

Thank you so much, Becca! I love that you shared that this feels like permission. That is exactly what I was going for. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment! ♥️

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ifiweresummer's avatar

this. i just needed this today 🫶🏼

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Kristine Claghorn's avatar

thank you so much for reading and for your sweet comment. ♥️

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Xan's avatar

This is a very affirming thing to read right now! I'm currently on a spring work sabbatical, including a social media/work-related media break, and it's amazing to watch where the brain goes. I had actually already implemented walking with no inputs–the first 20-30 minutes feels really hard and uncomfortable but then the brain starts to settle and comfortably wander. I wish we could all afford this time in our days!! I'm gonna save this post for when I start to get restless.

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Kristine Claghorn's avatar

Thank you so much for reading, Xan! Your sabbatical sounds incredible. I'm so curious to hear how your brain feels after more time with the social media break. Do you have an idea of how long you're trying to take this break? I love that you're getting to a place where you can notice your brain starting to settle and wander!

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The Alfalfa Mail's avatar

So I was visiting Ayer’s Rock and I’m ashamed to admit, but I was just really bored. I looked around and could see I wasn’t the only tourist there who felt like that. It pains me to say it.. but … there was something missing.

I was sat there feeling a bit dejected staring at this huge red rock shimmering in the outback sun… then it struck me out of the blue like a thunderbolt. Suddenly I knew what was needed to lift the whole thing, and bring those tourists back in their droves.

The minute my plane landed, I made a beeline to The Rock Weaving Workshop.

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