I am not in the habit of focusing. I am not in the habit of committing to anything, really – thoughts, favorites, friends – I need the bounty; it’s what sustains me. And so I can not do things like re-read/answer emails that are significant and positive because my mind devotes equal parts to them, to the one I miss, to worrying ‘bout Lou – to worrying ‘bout pretty much everyone I know – to wondering why I am this way – to wondering why I wonder – to wondering who would find these thoughts enchanting, to thinking about Anne Hathaway, to wondering about my freelance career, to thinking about my superpowers, to thinking about activating twins, to … and see, without tonic, all of my synapses might fire And it might be impossible to get any one thing done, she rationalizes.
No comments:
Post a Comment