We all have obsessions. What do you obsess about?
Being a recovering anorexic, obviously it is my weight. When I was in full throes of anorexia my only solace was that in twenty years when I was forty; I would be too old to care about what I looked like. Tell me that wasn't the joke of a lifetime. I hadn't any idea of the stranglehold this dangerous disease would have on me, but I am happy to say that it has gotten better. Who knows maybe in twenty more years when I am in my sixties my obsession will be further diminished and by the time I'm eighty I might even be finally normal.
laurieanichols 
I used to obsess about things, but can’t remember the last time! I am 75. So keep on keeping on.
You have wisdom whch is probably why you stopped obsessing. I’m still looking for mine lol. 🙂
Laurie, I really admire you and I think you are doing fine!
Thanks Jules. It means so much to have your support. Writing helps in so many respects, it gets all the excess baggage out and lightens my spirit.
At least your obsession is heading in the right direction 🙂
LOL!!