Is It OCD or Passion?

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."
   

Life's Guilty Pleasures and Terrible Pit Falls

If there's one thing I love above anything else, it's writing, but even a writer can not live by pen and paper alone. (Rewriting scripture, is that blasphemy?)

Although I wish I could keep it that simple.  As a mother of five I'm constantly pushed and pulled in different directions. My question is, when troubles arise,(cause they always do) why is our first reaction to fight it instead, seeing the lesson that can be learned?

I think the Universe moves us in the directions we're meant to go, but do we listen?
We can punch at the bricks all we want, but in the end we'll end up with bruised and bloody knuckles.

Instead of fighting it, what if we found an alternative way around that obstacle?
Could that simple shift in energy make me get further faster? Or any of us for that matter?

I run across people so stuck in their own ways,(we all have, you know the type.)  they're not willing to try something new or give change a chance. What's the fear? Failure?

In sixth grade I had my teacher Mrs. Moore, tell me, "the real failure was not trying." I took that to heart, I still live by that rule. I love trying something new. A food I've never tasted, a place I've never been, a pair of shoes that are funky.(I love my Naughty Monkeys) I like the unusual, I embrace it especially in others.

I've tried so many different things in my life that I ended up hating. What I did learn was, I don't like water skiing, my face being pulled along a violent blanket of water was not fun. I'm not patient enough to learn the piano, and reading music is like learning a foreign  language.

The things I learned I loved doing; I enjoy dancing, is a huge part of my weekly workout. ( GO ZUMBA!) I think Chocolate is a precious gift from the Gods, especially See's Chocolates. And last I love learning about improving, on about anything; cooking, cleaning, writing, you name it, I find it fascinating to lean on many, many different things.

In the end we all have tried things that we loved and some we hated. What were some for you and what did you learn from the experience? I think that's the most important part, the value we get out of it.