CG,
Originally Posted By: CityGirl
I suppose I was more wondering (for all of us and I include myself in this discussion) is what "flips the switch" so to speak.
If I can mix metaphors here, N, I'd describe my life -and thought processes - this way:

There's a candle burning in an otherwise dark room. It's down low now and will flicker out eventually, though I have no way of knowing when.

But occasionally, something in my mind still flicks the bright light swtch(es) back on and obsesses, laments, reminisces, second guesses and wonders.

When that exercise in futility (which serves some purpose, I'm sure) has run its course, my mind flips the light switch back off.

But that candle is still there.
Burning down.

Peace,

Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac