Obsessed

If you have been reading my blog or Facebook for the past twenty five weeks or ever met me, you may have picked up on the fact that I can be a little obsessive. Its not just the Disney project, its anything I put my mind to.

This week one of my challenges was to be obsessed with something. To be honest I could have chosen just about anything to be obsessed with cooking, balloon making, games but I decided to be practical, another one of my “annoying” habits, I decided to do juggling since I needed practice anyway.

I know its late in the week to be writing this, I wasn't lazy this week, its not laziness that ever really stops me from a task. The truth is I have been too obsessed with juggling to write about being obsessed. This is the problem with being obsessive its that it leaves little time for anything else, and if you're like me you will try to spread yourself so thin that you exhaust yourself in the process.

The good thing about being obsessed with something is that when you delve fully into something and become hyper focused on it, it tends to stick with you. Years ago I became obsessed with ancient board games, I researched them and recreated them to the point that I have at least one game from every continent. Like usual it all began with the words “I wonder...” two years, a large container and a book later and I have collected to my hearts content.

The bad thing is, no one wants to play my games, and they don't care that its a precursor to Connect Four or the real name for snakes and ladders originated in India and served as a moral lesson. I have often enthusiastically shared my obsessions with people only to get the blink, blink, that's wonderful Robin, looks. When obsessed sometimes you become blinded to other things around you.

I know how easy it is to become short sighted when I am obsessed with one thing. I also know that when you have an obsessive personality that it also comes with a touch of ADD where I may be in the middle of doing this things but look something shinny over there. So here I stand, juggling, arms sore, and yet my thoughts are a little lost in the fact that I need to learn to face paint, perhaps that will be my next obsession?