My brain is all scattershot tonight and I’m having a devil of a time locking down a stream of consciousness theme.
Growth.
Growth.
Growth growth growth…
Growing hair, growing nails, growing ears and feet and waistbands.
Ugh, pandemic pounds, no good. New thread.
Growing confidence, growing strength, growing up in the weeds.
Huh? No idea what I’m talking about with that last one, moving along.
Growing like a weed — what’s up with the weed thing today? — growing like nobody’s business, growing like it’s going out of style.
Personal growth, business growth, social growth — what’s that? Nobody’s got any social growth going on these days, we’re all just lucky to mostly get along.
And that’s about all I have to say about that.
Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “growth.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Nice stream! Growing up in the weeds sounds better than growing up on the concrete.
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Well yes, I suppose that’s true! 😆
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Good one, Laura.
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Thanks, John. “By the seat of my pants” comes to mind.
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😁
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Growing optimism over growing dread is a good thing any day.
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Yep, I agree.
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Laura, all I know is God has a sense of humor. I cannot grow hair on my monk’s cap, so it comes out my ears. Real funny. Growth need not occur there. Keith
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I think God’s got a unique sense of humor when it comes to weird things that happen in old age.
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That seed grew well.
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A bit of bouncing about but there it is. 🙂
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Your post grew pretty nicely.
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Sometimes if you just hang in there long enough…. 😉
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Yup!
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