|melancholia III by Intao|
Monday this week found me brain-stuffed with all the topics I'm wildly, thoughtfully dwelling on.
I've been churning out pages from my second novel, and I'm feeling so excited, and so thrilled by it. As you can also see if you follow me on Pinterest, I've been pin-mad lately. I've found some photo boards that remind me how much I used to love diving into photojournalism books at local bookstores, then savoring the thoughts raised in my brain for the rest of the day.
I'm also full of thoughts about a Facebook topic thread raised by my friend Kyme on pornography in society; another friend, Matt, wrote another thread about judgement and religion which also finds me thoughtful. I've also been trying to decipher my opinions on the recent Obamacare decision the Supreme Court will soon hand out (I'll have a story forthcoming soon in the Seattle Globalist.)
It has also been a weekend of celebrations: steak with the family for Fathers' Day, and my youngest brother announcing his engagement.
None of these mentions adds up to serious post, I acknowledge. I'm also feeling guilt for not spending more time in the last two or three days on school matters, other than continuing to plan my dissertation strategy and carry on background reading. It's time to turn seriously back to it...
All said though, I throw these things out as indications of topics I'd like to return to in greater depth. I'm about to drive back to Seattle, and I'll leave with the fear mentioned in the ice-climbing video I'm about to post, by Steve House: "My deepest fear is that I'm not worthy of love."