This week got away from me. Literally. It hiked up it’s skirt and belted outta there before I even realized it was Monday.

I haven’t even had five minutes to write.

But today? Today is Friday. And on Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.

For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.

For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.

I’m so relieved to have these five minutes. Won’t you join me?

    1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
    2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
    3. Most importantly: leave a comment for the person who linked up before you – encouraging them in their writing!

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:

Tired…

GO

I sat in the car last night and cried.

It was dark and cold and the mini van was warm and quiet. Kids inside with Pete and me returning late from working out of Panera’s comfy, wi-fi friendly, blueberry scone serving booths.

So many things to juggle and my head had been spinning and my heart beating too fast on way there. But on the way back, shoulders eased from some lists checked off, I turned on a Christmas CD and just let the music wash over me.

I didn’t expect it.

To realize how much I’d forgotten about this season. That December 1st doesn’t mean deadlines it means the most wonderful and holy of months is here. I passed Catlet street and the house with the Christmas countdown on it’s front lawn and the tears washed away all the details I’d been worrying. Washed them clean and my eyes could see the moon and it was smiling.

Smiling a crooked crescent grin at me.

I smiled back and got caught in the hugeness of that black sky with all its mystery and million million twinkling eyes that got see first hand the night an angel choir burst into song and a baby boy stormed the cosmos.

So I cried.

With the beauty and relief of it all. And I felt small. And it was exactly the right size to feel.

STOP

OK, show me what you’ve got.

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