“Thoughts , so many of them, all the time” I told my bestie who right now was my only sounding board.
“Like thousand threads working on the spindle. Churning hundred possible scenarios and demanding my attention.” I continued.
“Are these threads working parallel or entangled like a mess” , she probed.
I raised my head to see if she was serious or just pulling my leg. Seeing her look, I knew she was expecting me to answer.
“How does that matter?” I sighed
“Its a way I discipline my thoughts. Get them to line up for attention.” she smiled at me.
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