Hooked on a Feeling

Hi You,

I’m rather surprised you’ve found this blog. If you can call it that. I decided to start it the same day I submitted my preliminary PhD proposal. And then i promptly forgot about it for an entire year. Sometimes im not the best memory-wise, too much information in, not enough out.

I tend do go with my intuition when it comes to big life decisions, hence the title for this blog. I get ‘hooked’ on feelings, and this goes well beyond the scope of that 1968 magnum opus by the band Blue Swede. In a way, this is a blog about love. Love of finding answers, questioning answers, finding more questions,  finding more answers to question. Sometimes it might be about actual human to human love, but because I get hooked, and invested, they’re the loves that hurt the most.

So enjoy, I hope you get something out of this. Recording thoughts and the like is not really my strong suit, so bear with me.  I’ll leave you with my favorite poem, which seems to sit well with my journey, and my inner self.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
–Robert Frost. (1920). “The Road Not Taken”.