Obsessing about obsessing
Okay, today I had what I like to call a “come to Jesus meeting” with myself. (Hush… I’m from Texas… we have these cute little colloquialisms for everything.
The first and only agenda of the meeting was this… I have got to stop obsessing about everything. Recently I’ve started this new fun habit that begins with this… Hmmm maybe I should learn more about _________. You can fill this in with yoga, organic foods, global warming, the band Bright Eyes (more on that later), etc. Fast forward three hours later…and I am still at it. At the computer, paging through books at the bookstore or library… and now the dryer has gone through the fluff cycle (the thing that keeps the clothes from becoming a huge damp lump) for the tenth time and the buzzer is ringing for the nuts I was toasting and now I am burning, and my cell phone has twenty-one messages on it. (Mostly from my mom and sister… I won’t pretend to actually be that popular.) I just feel like I need to just be interested in something, not obsessed with it.
Okay… so go and buy the new Bright Eyes album, Cassadaga, right now. I mean, right now. It is AMAZING. And, yes I am obsessed with it, but I’m thinking this obsession is okay. At least I think it is… I’ll have to make some time to consider this further….
I stumbled across your site after my wife (Alyson - Heather knows her) and I stumbled across your book at Borders here in Maine! This post would be hysterical if it weren’t describing ME. After 10 years of marriage, Alyson has gotten used to my “obsession of the week.” [Aside: I actually know what causes it if you’re curious - and it’s not necessarily just plain old obsessive compulsiveness!]
Irony of ironies, I’ve just finished a children’s book myself, though it needs a major rewrite. Congrats on your book and we’ll let you know what we think when we’re done reading it!