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Runaway Trains


How is my mind so fast?  Switching from thought and action and thought and action back and forth almost effortlessly; it’s amazing I’m not out of breath from all the activity.  Even when I’m sleepily driving to work before the sun comes up my mind is racing with thoughts without my knowledge.  Today, more than usual, I feel like my mind is a runaway train on a track to Nogood Town.  It’s like I don’t even realize I’m thinking and then when my thoughts get my own attention I am shocked about the nature of the ideas I am entertaining.  I had no idea I thought that way because I don’t think my emotions line up with those thoughts.  Or maybe they do and my conscious-absent thinking is telling me what I actually feel.  If that’s the case then I’ve got some serious work to do on my emotions. 

Then, all this thinking is suddenly interrupted by knowledge that my debit card has been compromised to the tune of $228 in a single transaction.  Never have I been so thankful for account fraud.  Never have I been so thankful for an interruption. 
 
All that thankfulness put my mind on a different track and I am consciously entertaining starburst ideas of all the things in my life that bring me joy.  My thoughts are now in a different state of mind, and I am glad. 

Looking forward to a good day. 

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