Swinging Obsession or Blame it on the Syndrome

Just in case you have ventured off into my profile and are now wondering when will I ever get to any of the “all New Orleans, fashion-inspired” stuff, it’s coming. My camera is in New Orleans and the battery is here with me in Houston. (Don’t ask...) So when the two are reunited, I’ll share. Til then...


The other day while reclining in my partial “packed but so ready to go” apartment, I had a mini relevation. Well... Maybe not a relevation. (That’s far more weightier of a word that should be reserved for “the clouds in the sky parting, unveiling the beaming sun coupled with a voice from God” type of event or something simliar.) But I did realized something about myself that I don’t think I knew before. Although certain things will always be consistent, grounding the person I am and aspiring to be, it seems as though I swing from one obsession to another.

Allow me to explain...

In my last post, I commented on my desire to read the book “The Last One Down the Aisle Wins”. In efforts to do so and take the cheap way out (buying the book used online) someone else beat me to the punch and my order was cancelled so I moved on to Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. (Which I’m loving and can’t wait to see in theatres August 13th.) Prior to the present book obsession, I was bidding my life away on eBay, “winning” about 14 bids (mostly vintage screw back earrings) in the course of 10 days. (If this was shared on Facebook, I’m sure you would comment: SMH...) And before the eBay/ all things vintage obsession, I was obsessed with the organic, all-natural grocery shopping craze which has leveled off to a safe financial attitude allowing to move around the cabin freely. (I love flying.) And before that was... Well, you get the point.

I’m not a “love you and leave you” type girl but my bank statement would says otherwise when it come to my personal passions and/or interest. I have concluded that the source of this may reach back to what I call my “raised as any only child” syndrome. (Which I just googled and there really is such a thing although I have a slightly different definition based on my own experience.) I have siblings but they were all grown and gone out of the house by time I came along. As a result, I had to be creative and find ways to entertain myself and I guess I never grew out that. I really don’t think it’s a bad thing because it keep life (and this blog) interesting (I hope.)

Or it could simply be that I’m intrigued by so many things, attempting to try them all on in hopes of as perfect of a fit as the lovely Christian Louboutin red patent leather pumps size 38 that are calling my name at Nordstrom’s. But, whatever the rhythm or reason, this swinging obsession and/or syndrome of mine has stayed in place and will not be allowed into any other phase of my life so I can remain productive.

Anyhoo... Stay tuned! Another obsession soon to come...