Is It August Yet?

LINKED because there's no room in EMBED.

Naked Eyes, "Promises, Promises". From my sister's Frosh Year in college (Warren Wilson). A time of great anxiety, changes, transitions, and possibilities. We saw the coming of the month of August with a mix of excitement and dread. So much could go right. So much could go wrong. We never knew what.

I guess I'll ALWAYS see the start of August every year henceforth to my dying day the same way.

Writer's Block: Out, Out Damn Spot!

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I frequently get obsessed. Seems to be a normalized state of being for me. Of course, I've rarely obsessed over anything helpful or useful, and those times I've done so have not rewarded me.

I think obsession is a survival mechanism of sorts. I think it comes from our animal nature--probably from when we had to rely on foraging and predation for sustenence. So often in the past, if you didn't find exactly the right thing, or do something exactly right...you died.