nympholepsy.

My life has been full of nympholepsy.  I think it started when I had this strong feeling in my soul that I would become the first girl to ever play Major League Baseball.  It was a frenzy of a goal that I then thought was very attainable, because my coach called me the “Golden Glove.”  Wouldn’t any MLB team want a golden glove regardless of the pony tail coming out of the hat?  I thought so.  The frenzy of emotion faded when I started playing ball every weekend and every weekday and it paid a drastic toll on my social life.

Then the nympholepsy became my frenzy of emotion to fall in love and dance on the beach and climb the highest trees with a handsome fella and then get married and climb shorter trees with our kids.

That frenzy of emotion fell through when I realized I was relationally dysfunctional.

Too bad nympholepsy by default, is something wonderful and out there that you would love to obtain, and not something mediocre that will most likely happen.