So today I found out I have an obsessive personality. Here I go diagnosing myself again. Why you may ask? Let me tell you.
When I like something I really like it! Like a lot.
In sixth grade I REALLY liked this guy. He had a favorite rap song. To impress him I learned all the lyrics to the song and rapped it to him on the phone.
Where was my mother?
I’m pretty sure he just took pity on me because our “relationship” lasted a matter of minutes.
But guess what I don’t have to like something to obsess over it. When I was diagnosed with endometriosis I came home and read for hours. I found out cutting gluten would increase my chances of both reducing pain and getting pregnant. I threw away literally EVERYTHING in my pantry. Everything that had any spec of gluten.
Is this NORMAL? I mean I guess people get excited about things right? And who wouldn’t want to increase your chances of getting pregnant after years of trying. And let’s not even talk about 12 year olds and what goes on in their minds.
But the issue is after I obsess I jet. Quick, hard, and often with a bang.
I told that guy he was an idiot, hung up the phone, and never talked to him again. I saw him a few years ago and totally had to avoid eye contact.
After not eating gluten for a month, I took a pregnancy test. It was negative. I went to In N Out.
Ok so that’s totally normal right?! Right!
Maybe it is or isn’t. I just don’t give a crap anymore. Life is imperfectly perfect.
Things don’t always go as planned.
Stop giving yourself a hard time and eat some animal style fries.
Ok maybe not every time you are sad, but you get it. Overall, we are terribly hard on ourselves. These past few weeks I’ve made a lot of mistakes; professionally, personally, and in parenting. Some have hurt. Bad.
But guess what some felt really good.
Take a risk!
Always with love,