Noun:: The fact or condition of being addicted to a particular substance, thing, or activity. The state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming.
They say the first step to overcoming an addiction is to admit that you have it. I have some addictions that I’ve decided to own up to. Maybe if I admit these facts in my journal… maybe, just maybe I’ll be able to start curbing my need for such things. Although I’m not so sure admitting an addiction is the same as saying I want to stop it. I actually think that some of my addictions are good-health for me and I have no desire to end them.
For this Inspire, Inspire prompt I’m going to encourage you to take a close look at yourself and consider the addictions you may have. Are they addictions you’d like to stop or at least minimize? Are they addictions you simply want to address and accept? Keeping in mind the prompt, “Facing the Addiction” use various repeat patterns to creatively express your addictive habits and activities in your art-journal. And then if you are comfortable with doing so – share your page with us in the gallery at LineWeaving.com. Be assured there is absolutely NO need for explanations or confessions.
Hello. My name is Cindy. I’m addicted to art. I’m addicted to being near my husband. I’m addicted to dark chocolate. I’m addicted to my laptop. I’m addicted to patterns. I have an addiction to decorative papers. I do not want assistance with overcoming any of these addictions. I’m still totally enjoying them. Well…. except for maybe the chocolate. That one is a challenge I’d like to learn how to resist. The rest I am totally okay with! Except… a… um…. maybe the paper thing would be good to curb too.
So two out of six I’m willing to work on. What’s the next step to overcoming these two addictions? I’m on a diet and for the most part I’m sticking to it very well. Lost seven pounds in a month so far (23 more to go). Yet that single piece of dark chocolate in the afternoon draws me to it every darn day. And no matter how many times I tell myself not to go down the pretty paper isle at the store I still find myself with a stack of it at the checkout. Ugh! Someone help me PLEASE!