I’m doing this 5 minute writing challenge again..and late. Again. Same old song and dance. I used to beat myself up about it, but this is my real life, this is what happens on a Friday night; I post late. Or this week, I post the Five Minute Friday on Saturday night (yes, Saturday!) night. Yes, I’m aware of the irony. But, regadless-I’m still giving myself grace and yet also a pat on a back for doing it.
So, moving on-
A reminder in case you’ve missed it, this is the Friday Five Minute writing challenge, just in case, you know, you want to play sometime too-
This is a weekly writing “game” from my bloggy friend Lisa-Jo Baker, who blogs (and writes heart-breakingly, beautiful words and stories) at http://lisajobaker.com/
So, here’s the challenge, should you accept it: you write for 5 minutes with freedom like you have no fear or shame. And then you have to be brave (or pretend to be) and link up to her blog. Encouraging the writer who links up before you is part of the deal, too. This last rule is crucial, as we all need to encourage others. Why encourage another writer? Because at one point or another in our lives, we all need encouraging too.
Each week is a new word, a new thought starter, and you have 5 minutes to write….and are you ready? go-
It’s a word I don’t know the exact definition to, and yet I know it by heart, like the back of my hand. It’s also an album that Cher produced, but that’s a whole other post.
Cherished is dating during Valentine’s Day, it’s the moment you feel loved and cared for and giddy and gleeful, joyous and exhilarated all at the same time.
So much so, that you can’t help but eat all of the candy straight from the candy heart he gave you, and yet sort of wonder if you’ll be able to fit into your dress for the Saturday night date with him, but not really caring all that much because you are In Love, the love with capital letters.
Cherished is the feeling your best girlfriend in high school has, the girlfriend who, currently on the phone with you and despite all your jealous and loud sighing, cannot get the hint to shut up about her new boyfriend. Like ever.
Cherished is what we long to feel when we are knee-deep in our child’s toddlerhood, covered in Cheerios and spilled milk, on our knees and our last bit of patience, mopping up the third mess in ten minutes.
We keep thinking that cherished is a feeling that we hope to feel, that someone else is responsible for. When in reality, we have to remember: we are already are.