Being passionate about something is suppose to be a good thing right? But when passion consumes life is that OCD?(Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) I'm not sure what it actually means and maybe I'm being a little over dramatic, but having a dream that drives me to work on constantly can be all consuming. Which bring up the question; where does that leave a person?
At this time I feel I have more questions than answers when it comes to my writing. I know the type of writing I like and enjoy, but at the same time I want to get my writing noticed. This may come as a shock to some, but writing is not all the same.
Writing an article verses writing a story is completely different. Writing a blog and pouring out your inner thoughts can make one feel exposed, While writing a document can feel restrictive. It's very individualized, but a lot of the time it all gets lumped together in one label - Writing.
I'd compare it to exercise. If running is the favorite activity, than being in a belly dancing class may not interest some. While for me taking a dance class is my preference when it comes to running or walking.
The joke around my house is when my children found an old report card of mine from high school. Looking through the list of grades they noticed a D on it. Shocked that I had gotten such a lousy grade they asked, "Mom, how do you get a D in P.E?" My reply was simple, "you don't show up."
P.E would have had to been my kryptonite, I hated attending and participating in these types of sports.
Dodge ball- the worst sport ever invented- throwing a ball as someones head with the intent of hitting them- seems brutal to me. Getting smacked in the head by a speeding rubber ball, doesn't appeal to me.
Touch Football- Always starts out innocent, until the boys decide to change it into tackle the girl to the ground, either with the idea of hurting them or groping them. Can anyone say sexual harassment?
Square Dancing- Although it being dancing (a plus) I seemed to always be partnered up with the one guy in the class who didn't bath or shower and didn't know much about hygiene.
For me P.E was a wasted class. I would have much more preferred a Jazzercise class (we didn't have Zumba yet) or step aerobics, than any of the previously mentioned activities. I realize the purpose of P.E was to teach us to stay active, but trying to make us all athletes was a little extreme.
I feel everyone is born for a specific purpose that only they can bring. I spent my twenties finding all the things I didn't like and learned the hard way too. In my thirties I've learned to be gentle to myself and give it time to develop into something, before deciding if it's not for me. And what ever you choose to give the best you have to offer.
Opening our eyes to what is available and seeing how intricate our world really is can be a very vital part to our inner soul. Realizing that passion, to one person is viewed as obsessive to another is also part of the experience. It's all about perception and finding what works for each individual, and knowing, "I'm Okay."
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