Ad Nauseum

Today I feel sick. I know that it's not the most auspicious start to a post but...well there is hopefully a greater theme to emerge in later lines.

How can we truthfully know when things, routine things, or whatever, become so tedious, frustrating and limiting that we know that we have to give them up (for our greater wellbeing). At what point does advent, addiction or adoration become ad nauseum? When do we know that things have run their course, especially if we are attached to them or committed to them? It's hard not to let feeling or what feels like 'greater' judgement get the better of us, refusing to believe that what we are doing is hindering us, becoming an impediment so huge and hampering that it is preventing positive change and manifestation. Clouds imparing our vision. Head in the sand. How do we know?

And then sometimes things run their course 'naturally' and we move on, unwillingly or not. Today, having come home from work early, I watched the latter half of "You've got mail" and Kathleen Kelly (Meg Ryan) is forced out of her own business, a business that she adores, by the charming Joe Fox (Tom Hanks). Despite this being the end of her world as she knows it, it proves to be exactly what she need to serendipitously lead her to a better place and a fulfilling love. "'I wanted it to be you..." Superb. Anyhow, my point is that there are somethings that, in the last few years, months, weeks, have run their course and breaking from them is proving difficult. Perhaps only time will tell.

So wavering, albeit industriously and consistently, between stomach wrentching nausea to stress-induced ad nauseum, I wonder what the next couple of weeks holds and, perhaps this blog will offer advice just like 'NYC152' does to 'ShopGirl.' Sorry for the incoherent psycho-babble. It's been a long day.