You know what they say about too much of a good thing…
In my zeal to cure what ailed me, I over-dosed and broke out in hives. In my desire to keep it concise, I eliminated the essential. Typical. So now I’ve swung back the other way, going cold turkey on everybody’s drugs (except the anti-malarial, not to worry, Ma) and spewing the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me, pride.
You could still argue that I’m over-correcting. How’s about a compromise, kiddo? A few pills, a coupla paragraphs? Huh? Wouldn’t that be nice? It would… it would. But this state — chemical-free and soul-bare — is more natural. It’s more me.
Maybe sometimes, rather than seeking the middle path, it’s better for us to embrace our personal path. And love the idiosyncratic ride.