Reading Time: 3 Mins
Subconscious thoughts have been bubbling to the surface today and it’s a strange feeling to stitch them together to try to get a peek inside your own mind. I often choose book quotes and songs to post about that shine a light on how I’m feeling and today they all fell eerily in line with an email I received as well.
In short, my brain is trying to figure out what happens to a family unit across multiple generations and what part I play as a link in that chain.
Not small stuff and I didn’t even realize this was circling around so much in there until it showed up innocently via today’s quote and song choice.
I don’t know what to do with this new realization but it has nothing to do with my WIP, which I really need to be getting to, hence why I am dumping all of this here.
Or wait, maybe it does?
To be continued on that…
In the seventh grade we had to get our sewing license in home economics which meant we had to show our understanding of the basics around the sewing machine and perform some simple stitches. Our teacher, Ms. Andlar, went to the trouble of actually printing out official certificates. I still have mine in a bin somewhere because… well, of course I do.
Once you had your sewing license you could pick something stuffed to make out of a catalogue. The bigger items cost more so I chose a small teddy bear, not realizing that the smaller animals were also harder to make. The materials and instructions were sent to the school and stitching it together constituted a good portion of your term mark.
I do not still have that teddy bear, nor did I ever end up giving it to my little sister because, as memory serves, it was so hideously constructed it looked like something Sid would have made and would have given her nightmares.
I’d like to think I’ve gotten a lot better at stitching things together since then.
And while all of this may seem planned out, these posts are purely stream of consciousness and I was about to share a picture of my earliest known relatives on the family tree I received via email today.
I just opened up the file that I only glanced at this morning to get a screenshot and it turns out that the earliest family name I have on record is not Atkinson, as I had thought, but rather Stitt.
And the subconscious rises to the top once again today as here I am rambling on about stitching things together.
Man, that subconscious… what a crazy thing, eh?
This whole other level of your brain having its own conversation with itself, never knowing if what its talking about will ever surface.
That’s probably enough for today; this could be a dangerous rabbit hole to slip into and I have a chapter to write.