The Obsessions of a Renaissance Woman

It’s that Blogapalooza time of the month again. We are given a topic, an hour, and a choice of whether or not to participate.

This month’s topic is to Write about something in your life you once obsessed about but now rarely, if ever, think about”

Well, that can be a really loaded topic, since we’re addressing something that for all intents and purposes created some angst because it was an obsession. I can think of a couple of things I went a tad overboard on, (shocker!) but as this weekend approaches, one in particular comes to mind.

This is the weekend of our casual, kick-back pizza party for our class reunion. We all knew it was quickly approaching, and the committee decided to make this a casual event instead of a dinner dance.

Our past reunions have been fun. Almost everyone was on their best behavior and many of us talked well into the night about what we have been doing with our lives. It was an easy conversation because, after all, we had all come from the same place. Life had enabled us to branch out like a huge oak tree, all following our separate paths. I found that we discover different directions and priorities as we grow up.

I only wish this were the case way back when, WHILE we were in high school.

My obsessions were trying to decide what to do with my life, keep my hair straight and not miss any Cub games in the process.

When I look back at those years in high school, there are very mixed emotions. Those four years were supposed to be fun, full of learning and charting courses toward our futures. That’s a lot of pressure for a kid and truthfully, I never fit into that mold. Well, except for the having fun part – THAT, I got.

There were times that I envied people that KNEW what they wanted to be when they grew up. They had a clear course and everything they did brought them to that destination. Me? Not so much.

I obsessed about what I wanted to do with my life.

Art was out of the question. My art teacher (Mr. Wise-guy) told me I was neurotic (really?!) and I questioned whether or not I had any talent as a result.

I considered so many professions, but nothing was coming together for me.

I took on quite a few different occupations over the years. Each one pointed me in a different direction. I looked at this as a failure to choose a direction. An obsession that would go on, it felt, forever. I couldn’t make a career decision and stick with it. How could I possibly do anything special or important?

So, enter The Big Guy. He looked at my indecision differently and shared it with me. This wasn’t a curse. It was a gift. He labeled me a Renaissance Woman and it kind of stuck.

After we started our family, my obsession began to fade. I had a course that would happily last me until the end of my days. Our boys have been a huge part of our lives and I am grateful for them every day. (except of course when they are being assholes, which DOES happen occasionally)

I also learned that there is no failure in trying different things. Not everyone has a clear path in their lives, and there will be times that the path we take leads us to somewhere we don’t even expect to go. Occasionally, we return to the paths we once started down and re-investigate them.

Thankfully, I revisited the artist/writer path and have found that my neuroses does NOT hinder my creativity, it actually compliments it.

So, Mr. Wise-guy, not so wise after all, were we?

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