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diane,
i had a busy day -- the 2nd interview with the new folks, another
touch-base with brent at tibco, checking in with brennan about hotel
plans for coachella this weekend. a lot of signals from a lot
of people. i think it was a little overwhelming.
tonight i am here in my apartment, and i am feeling the freak-out
process begin to set in again ... the voracious anxiety. i tried
calling everyone, couldn't reach
jaimee, couldn't reach rip, couldn't reach damien, couldn't reach
scooter, couldn't reach scooter. in the past, at times like
these i would feel the fear swallow me alive.
i would do some of my best writing that way. but it's also too
scary a place to let that wash over me and drown me ... i feel like
i might not make it back up to the surface if i let myself go there
again.
ellery and i have talked about 'riding it out' -- not letting the
anxiety get out of control, just letting it simmer until it eventually
dies down. it's during times like these that the waiting gets
unbearable ... not knowing when the anxiety will end, but needing to
keep the faith that it will end. can i accomplish that on my own,
alone, each time it happens, with no reward in sight?
can i endure this without calling someone?
it's so ironic -- a city full of people, and right now i feel so isolated.
but to go out into it means getting a head full of more people, more
thoughts, more interactions, more dynamics. it would only add to my
anxiety, which i know is the last thing i need to do to myself.
and so i am left with just me and my thoughts. which might be the
most damaging of all.
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Time goes from present to past. - Dogen Zenji
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