obsession

Have you ever ever been obsessed?
So much so that you lie to someone. "I'll be there in a minute." becomes half an hour. You even lie to yourself. "This will be my last potato chip, brush stroke, hour of TV."

It's not a crime, no laws, no jail time and I haven't read the bible much, but I don't think one of the ten commandments was, "Thou shall not obsess."
It seems God had a little obsession problem himself when he created the universe in only seven days. "I just have to put the finishing touches on the sky and then I'll be done." Oh yeah, where did those birds come from and the fish and the people.
Buddah, as I'm told, didn't do much better. How long did he spend searching for Nivana? Sitting under the tree? And don't you think getting rid of all that wealth was a little obsessive?

I know, obsession can result in some great things, but boy it can create some bad ones. My latest painting is a muddle of obsession. Giving an idea some time to sit and stew without acting on it can be magical. I need to do that more. After struggling for hours to solve a problem, leaving it for even a few minutes can help things take off.

Then there's the art of knowing when to leave for good. Sometimes it will never get any better so walking away is the best.

I think I've done fairly well with this entry, wrote what I wanted to say, reviewed it, revised it a little. Not perfect but I'm letting it go. Goodbye obsession.

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