‘Summer Head‘ is not what you might think it is.
When I say ‘Summer Head‘ I mean the summer mind-set.
In my case, that’s an annoying amount of overthinking and overanalyzing and overdoing just about everything in my head. An exhausting and endless regime of mental gymnastics that always gets in the way of mindfulness. Thankfully, mindfulness is not merely its match, but its dominator. When set against overthinking, mindfulness always wins, if you know how to conjure it, if you can focus enough to make it happen. As with so many things worth having, there is difficult work involved.
The hobgoblin of the overthinking mind will try to derail the happiest summer days, blocking and obscuring the sun while you frantically seek shade and darkness to ease the headache, to find the coolness that will finally bring relief from the heat. You will try to find sleep, hoping it will bring peace, but the overthinking mind doesn’t allow for sleep. Its work is insidious that way. Diabolical.
I battle my own head games like vampires might battle each other. Formidable foes, so perfectly matched in viciousness and vitriol, fight not until the end of one, but the end of two. There is only ever complete destruction and utter annihilation. The summer head trip is designed to self-destruct like some Mission Impossible missive, yet the real impossible mission is in reconciling the mind’s night with summer light.
Hidden behind the shimmer of short-shorts or the smitten yet sinister smile put on for public appearance, for this very post perhaps, for the sheer vanity of survival – summer’s head trips spin wildly out of control, while the gilded sun of golden power glimmers from its far-off glory.
