Confessions of a Crushaholic

Into the Mind of a Self-Diagnosed Crushaholic

Hi. My Name is Paula and I am a crushaholic. (Hi Paula) I am also a wife, mother, photographer, mixed-media artist, apple-loving, MINI-driving, techie-geek, shoe-obsessed lipgloss-hoarding gal.

12 Steps. I cannot understand my addiction until I admit that I am connected with the world on a greater level. I trust in the forces of nature. I don't believe in coincidences. I promise to dig deep within and follow my own honest and artistic heart. I cannot hide from my passion. I strive to feel whole as a human being. I know I am not perfect, nor will I ever be. I recognize that my beloved husband and son sacrifice for my love of the camera and I am truly humbled by their dedication and love for me.

How did I get here? The point of no return? The obsession with all things photographic. I think about Nikons and Apples 24/7. From one photo fix to another. I crush on my favorite photos with the same voracity I crushed on the boys at my Junior High School when I was in seventh grade. And, as fleeting as those crushes were in 1986, my photo crushes pass just as quickly as they come. From one photo fix to another. I think I may need an intervention.

Maybe I am not ready to stop. I don't think I am wrong. I don't believe in coincidences.