{"id":1880,"date":"2014-08-23T13:07:33","date_gmt":"2014-08-23T17:07:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=1880"},"modified":"2014-08-27T09:25:44","modified_gmt":"2014-08-27T13:25:44","slug":"am-i-losing-my-mind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/am-i-losing-my-mind\/","title":{"rendered":"Am I Losing My Mind?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I vowed not to cave in to my fear, but my heart wasn&#8217;t listening and was acting like it was running the race of its life.<br \/>\nThe coast was clear but I heard <strong>laughter<\/strong>.<br \/>\nAm I losing my mind? Was that the scrape of <strong>boots<\/strong> on the hardwood floor?<\/p>\n<p>I dashed behind the cupboard, nearly knocking over my Great Grandmom&#8217;s prized antique <strong>jars<\/strong>. Which would be worse?<br \/>\nThe Karma payback or the wrath of my mother?<br \/>\nPanting, I beg my heart to slow down.<br \/>\nOutside the kitchen window, the <strong>ferns<\/strong> waved in the wind. Were they mocking me?<br \/>\nI imagine their response to my imagined intruder. But he&#8217;s there! He&#8217;s taunting me.<br \/>\nI debate about grabbing a <strong>lantern<\/strong> to go outside and confront them all, but this is not a Dickens&#8217; novel and I&#8217;m not dressed properly.<\/p>\n<p>Fear be gone!<br \/>\nI am strong.<br \/>\nI yank open the freezer door and pull out my beloved Ben &amp; Jerry&#8217;s (New York Super Chunk) and (Cookie dough). These troubling times call for backups. I reach for a spoon reminding myself that by not putting it in a dish, this will save water.<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s my good deed for the environment.<br \/>\nMy inner critic tells my thighs to expect company.<br \/>\nMy heart is back to normal. Fear a distant memory.<br \/>\nResolutions are made to be broken.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I vowed not to cave in to my fear, but my heart wasn&#8217;t listening and was acting like it was running the race of its life. The coast was clear but I heard laughter. Am I losing my mind? Was that the scrape of boots&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":96,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1880","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1880","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/96"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1880"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1880\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4826,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1880\/revisions\/4826"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1880"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1880"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1880"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}