Everyone has an addiction.
Or two or three.
If it’s not something obvious like smoking, drugs or alcohol, it’s caffeine, cheese or sugar.
Whatever just came to mind is yours.
I won’t even try to give up coffee.
There are other addictions, too. Love, for one. People who constantly live in—and almost seem to feed off of—the drama of dating and relationships. Been there. Done that. And I actually burned it out via my morning pages. Three cheers for me.
There is the addiction to glamor, too. Spending an unbalanced amount of time on appearance and focusing too much on the size and depth of rolls and wrinkles. Relying heavily on how others talk to you about your appearance. Believing that outward appearance trumps all. That our worth is based largely (or sometimes entirely) on the size of our thighs and the smoothness of our skin.
Another addiction is the internet. Think about the first few places you visit online everyday. For me, I check email, stocks and facebook—in that order. And I’m here to admit to you now that I have an addiction to all three, which I collectively refer to as my iCandy.
I hunger for fun emails, especially the email notifications that tell me you, dear reader, have left a comment on my blog. Oh how I love these! Pah-lease be my enabler.
Then there is the stock market. While it’s important to pay attention to investments, I don’t have to be so Gollum about it.
Then there is facebook. The daily harvesting of interesting goings on of my friends and facebook crushes. The “what if I miss something” syndrome. Today, my motivation was to harvest photos from the wedding I attended last week where I was a bridesmaid. Fancy.
Today’s crop reveals: