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I am trying a new process/structure today. In the morning (am) write something. Ideally, before the day gets rolling. (I say "ideally" because I know this will not always be possible.) Then, at the end of the day (pm), write something.

Not sure if I should do this as something that is a blog on [S][J][P], or if it might work as an email newsletter.

The motivation behind this: What I'm doing with ◎ Drafts has become me writing about my experience of becoming an analysand and then a psychoanalyst. Producing something else that is not tied to a specific theme might help me write more regularly.

So, here we go.

AM

I'm drinking coffee I made in a drip coffee maker. Before I had kids, this was something I would not do. I probably would have scoffed at it.

"Regular drip coffee, for me? No. I'm a coffee snob. I make coffee in a French press or a pour-over."

After my partner and I had our first kid, I kept up the ritual of grinding coffee beans and making my coffee in a French press every morning. But When we got home from the hospital with our second kid (i.e., when we had two tiny humans), this was something I could not keep up. Seriously, I did not have the time nor the requisite mental energy to go through the process of making coffee with a grinder, electric kettle, and French press! I could, however, set up a drip coffee maker and let it do its thing.

Nowadays, coffee is a caffeine delivery system. (I'm an addict.) I take my coffee however I can get it.

And the thing is, I look back at the earlier version of me who was so snobby about coffee, and I think, "That dude took coffee wayyyyyy too seriously."

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After I got the kids fed and situated, I spent the morning with my drip coffee reading emails, reading the current cover story of the most recent issue of The Atlantic, and writing stuff on [S][J][P]. Not a bad start to my day.

PM

Following my reading of the Atlantic article linked to above: I spent lots of time today thinking about how after the end of WW II, the defeat of (some) dictators, people who lived in Western democracies were able to think the monsters of fascism and autocracy had been killed.

What I don't Western democracies realized is that they have injured the monsters, injured them real bad, but they did not destroy the monsters. I think the monsters have been in lurking in some kind of deep dark cave, licking their wounds, recovering, waiting.

Now, it seems to me, the monsters have come out of the caves.