Obsession. What is it? Who knows, I’m too obsessed to look it up. I’m having a moment so just bare with me.
I know my mind is artsy fartsy and out there, but I’m just a normal person… I suppose my spirit is that of a writer though and that makes me a little looney sometimes. I think too much. I think all the time. It doesn’t stop. I think my husband can actually shut his mind of (half the time when I talk to him I wonder if that is what he has done! Ha.) But what a luxury, right? Seriously! Obsession! Why is my mind such a baby that needs catered to with the correct stimulation?
I am catering to my daughter on a daily basis, and I’m struggling to fulfill her daily wants and give her stimulation, while at the same time craving and wanting my own stimulation. I have come to realize that it comes in multiple forms. Right now I am obsessed with a break from routine, yet I continually fail to establish a routine for myself. I’m still following the pattern. It’s just nothing is precise. There’s the understatement of the century.