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  1. Ke11y

    That was the moment I stopped waiting. It could have been the year before, and in truth, I could maybe wait a year longer, but I stopped at that exact moment. Let me explain. I have an Eskimo friend, no not a real Eskimo, it is simply what I named my state of mind, the one I adopt when things become heavy and start to drag me down. I wait patiently for my Eskimo friend to kick in, you know, change my perspective, allow me to breathe freely, see the world in a different light, but mostly to hear myself in my calmest state. It’s like no-one can penetrate his magical influence. I’m invincible to hurt, to harm, or criticize. I’m in a perfect place. That perfect place where I find my Eskimo friend. The doctor said he had news, shot me between the eyes with it. That was the moment I stopped waiting, and started living.

    Find a place to be with your Eskimo friend.

    1. mcullen Post author

      Gorgeous writing, Kelly. I enjoy how you “simply” tell a story. You just “simply” write as if we’re walking along, or sitting by the campfire and you might say, “Let me tell you a story.” And then you begin, inviting the reader to join you on whatever journey you are about to relate. This time, sharing Eskimo Friend. . . what a great idea . . . both the creation and the telling. We all need an Eskimo friend to help us keep going, especially when the path becomes rocky and we’re not sure we can take one more step. And when Eskimo Friend comes by and offers me a hand, I’ll know Kelly sent an angel my way. Thanks. Smiling here.

  2. Lisa

    Something just snapped inside her. It was a big snap, not like the point of a pencil breaking but more like branch that you have to stand on to break. It’s what set off the snap that didn’t make sense; a misplaced car key. Alyssa had always been a kind and generous person; willing to help out even against her better judgment like lending her roommate her car when she needed it. Now Alyssa was late for work and had no way to unlock, let alone start her car because of Becca. When she gently knocked on Becca’s door asking for the key she was met with a why-are-you-bothering-me-with-this-shit attitude which only got worse when she insisted that Becca find the key NOW!

    Twenty minutes later, there was still no key, and Alyssa heard the snap in her head. It was like a light switch was flipped on and suddenly she saw how stupid she had been. “I’m done.” she said quietly and turned to walk away.

    “Great!” Becca huffed “Thanks for helping me!”

    “I’m done being stupid!” she shouted at Becca turning back towards her. “I’m always the one who keeps things organized even though I get shit from you about being anal because of it. But you know what? I don’t lose things like my keys, or my wallet or the God damn TV remote like some people. I’m always supposed to be nice and helpful, but no one is ever there for me when I need them. I’m done waiting for others to be kind and care for me. I’m done with everyone who doesn’t make time for me. Screw everyone!

    1. mcullen Post author

      Great energy in this piece, Lisa. Dialogue is realistic. Believable characters. Good details. I like how the tension builds and the realization of that’s it, no more being taken advantage of. I can “see” this scene. Love the analogy of “light switch was flipped on.” I know that feeling! 🙂

        1. mcullen Post author

          You are very welcome, Lisa.

  3. Ke11y

    Bravo, Lisa. Isn’t it odd how we all reach that breaking-point at sometime in our lives? Nicely done.

    Kelly

    1. Lisa

      Thank you for your kind words Kelly.

      I agree with Marlene, the Eskimo friend idea is great! I love the thought of looking at a change in perspective as a friend coming to help you. I want to try this with my mindfulness practice. Thanks for sharing.

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