perhaps it has something to do with the end of the year.  the quiet.  watching friends and family travel all over the world for the holidays.  watching your own city get very very still, especially when you don’t venture much into malls anymore, what with on-line shopping and all.  but with all this time to sit with my thoughts, i begin to meet my obsessions all over again.  generally i can keep them squashed down under work, fun time with friends.  yoga class surely helps defuse the bomb about to explode in my head.

obsession.  in its worst form, it comes as "spinning."  running in a wheel like a hamster with stress being the only product.  this is the most frustrating form of obsession for me.  it’s neither productive nor fruitful and i usually ask myself if i am really that bored that i have all this time on my hands to spin.  the answer usually gets me off my ass and redirects my attention to the myriad of things i want to accomplish in this lifetime.

obsession.  in its most entertaining form, it comes as "fantacizing."  entering an altered reality in your mind where all your dreams exist as true.  you have the life you want, with the person(s) you want.  i can take it in the form of hope and idealism.  it can also burn me from the agony of knowing that such fantasies have not yet made their way to my physical world.  i am forced to exercise patience or go insane.  i have seen glimpses of both. 

obsession.  a miracle really.  it can make us creepy and excited, inspiring and strange all at the same time.  it’s the stuff of a good song.

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