Imagine you're reading along, and suddenly a common word catches your eye. Let's say, "stove," for instance. You might even ask yourself, is that the right way to spell stove? But of course it is. So why does it look so odd? You consider it, maybe read it over a few times. Every read, though, makes it seem more and more absurd.
It's funny how this can happen with the most mundane of words—think about it too much, and it just starts getting weird on you. Stove. What gets me, though, is that I do the same thing with real-life situations (and I imagine I'm not the only one). I have an uncanny ability to induce "analysis paralysis" by over-analyzing things, items that often don't even deserve a second thought. I'm not saying it's bad to be thoughtful, but obviously there is a point of excess—once again, you CAN have too much of a good thing.
"But I really need to figure this out!!" Shush. Maybe I don't.
Take this post, for example. I actually came up with it last week, but I thought about it so much on my run that I didn't bother to put it writing.
Feel free to draw connections between this and the previous post about worrying (sorry for omitting any supplementary country lyrics).Lastly, a statement that I think applies here, from John the Baptist, about Christ: "He must increase, but I must decrease."