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August again, eh?
I've come to fear August a little, it's a month that seem to attract confusion like sugar attracts bees and children. Maybe not fear fear it, but I am a little weary. A little anxious. Because on what seems to be biological clockwork I know my mind will freak out, I know I am more likely to fall into a spiral of a hyperactive synaptic loop, I'm more likely to question myself, hover on the edge between inexplicable melancholia and sudden elation. It's a month that in the past has so very often come with frustration and insight, doubt and reconsideration. So it's not a bad thing, it's not a bad month. But that still doesn't stop me from becoming a little anxious, because I know that as we're enjoying the last month of summer my mind will celebrate the event by going into seemingly direction-less hyperdrive.
I've come to fear August a little, it's a month that seem to attract confusion like sugar attracts bees and children. Maybe not fear fear it, but I am a little weary. A little anxious. Because on what seems to be biological clockwork I know my mind will freak out, I know I am more likely to fall into a spiral of a hyperactive synaptic loop, I'm more likely to question myself, hover on the edge between inexplicable melancholia and sudden elation. It's a month that in the past has so very often come with frustration and insight, doubt and reconsideration. So it's not a bad thing, it's not a bad month. But that still doesn't stop me from becoming a little anxious, because I know that as we're enjoying the last month of summer my mind will celebrate the event by going into seemingly direction-less hyperdrive.