Today I finished the last two pages of finished inks for my latest run. These last three pages were for possible second printings of earlier issues. I finished the last three pages of issue 13 yesterday. I'd hoped to get this done earlier this month, but I was so preoccupied with the woman thing that it took almost the whole six months to finish. Issue # 13 is the final book in the series, "The Consequences of Bringing Light," and I've made the six months deadline I'd set for myself.
I can only think of how my tendency to fixate on individual women has evolved over the years when I think about the time of my life that this series covers. These past couple of days I've gotten in touch with the idea that a fixation on an individual woman, no matter who it is or how it came about, is a lot like a broken leg or diabetes. It's something that I just have to take care of and accommodate until it passes.
It's not enough to just know that one has such an affliction. When one has a broken leg, one can't heal just by knowing that one's leg is broken. One needs an initial diagnosis, an initial treatment of a cast, and one needs to take care of it over a period of time until it is healed.
It's the same for me when I am afflicted with a fixation on a woman. I think that I have done very well in the self-care of this problem over these last several years. I've decided that my tendency to have this happen to me is like a bodily function that I just have to make way for when it comes upon me all of a sudden. I think I've done pretty good, and I've had some really intractable love interests; ones who were just not gonna budge unless I threw every single skill that I've learned in my journey on these deals at the dilemmas they've wittingly or unwittingly presented.
I can only think of how my tendency to fixate on individual women has evolved over the years when I think about the time of my life that this series covers. These past couple of days I've gotten in touch with the idea that a fixation on an individual woman, no matter who it is or how it came about, is a lot like a broken leg or diabetes. It's something that I just have to take care of and accommodate until it passes.
It's not enough to just know that one has such an affliction. When one has a broken leg, one can't heal just by knowing that one's leg is broken. One needs an initial diagnosis, an initial treatment of a cast, and one needs to take care of it over a period of time until it is healed.
It's the same for me when I am afflicted with a fixation on a woman. I think that I have done very well in the self-care of this problem over these last several years. I've decided that my tendency to have this happen to me is like a bodily function that I just have to make way for when it comes upon me all of a sudden. I think I've done pretty good, and I've had some really intractable love interests; ones who were just not gonna budge unless I threw every single skill that I've learned in my journey on these deals at the dilemmas they've wittingly or unwittingly presented.
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