Can't Seem To Stop Thinking About It

I'm one of those people who lives from flame to flame. I find something to be passionate (or, perhaps, obsessive) about for awhile but the passion eventually fades and I move on to the next marvelous thing. I've been that way about many things, though not all, throughout my entire life. 

My latest passion is trap shooting. Like so many times before, I'm totally into it. I think about it, talk about, invest money and time into it, and even evangelize it. Here's the thing though... where does passion end and obsession begin? I keep finding myself thinking about it constantly, even to the point of seeing time in between visits to the range as excruciating mandatory waiting periods.

Unlike most of my previous passions (or obsessions), trap appears to be something I'm naturally good at doing. At least, several experienced shooters have commented that I appear to be "a natural" and all have been surprised at how short a time I've been shooting. So, does this praise feed the passion or does my obsession explain the praise? Does that make sense? In other words, am I consumed with trap because I'm made to do it or am I somehow subconsciously feeding off of the praise - and subsequently the approval - from others? 

I'm too close to this to really be certain just now. I want to say that it's the former. There's no denying that from the first moments I fired a 12 gauge at a clay target, there was an almost tangible rightness in how it felt. At the same time, in the back of my mind and (rightfully so) on the lips of my wife, is the question about how long this "phase" will last. I can't answer that question. 

I guess we'll just have to get a little further down the road to see if I'm going to flame out again. What I know right now is that it's still 3 more days until I can get back to the range...

It's Been A Good Weekend

The weekend started with me leaving work early on Friday and going to the local gun show with my friend Andy. I helped him haul his 2500 rounds of .45 ACP ammo to his car. Ammunition is very heavy by the way. The show was overwhelming and everywhere I turned, I saw something interesting and desirable. Fortunately, I don't have much disposable income so I was relatively safe. Well, I left the show and went to the Bull Run Shooting Center where I shot 5 rounds of trap. The last two rounds I was on my own and I was fortunate to have a trapper (that's the person who pushes the button when you call for the target) give me some really good pointers on improving my shooting. Saturday was spent largely in the yard (all of us) working on this, that, and the other. I was also able to keep my promise to Cami and took her to REI and bought her a new helmet. Today, I was able to get Cami and me to church. Marty (our pastor) was preaching from Acts. He is very engaging and it's really refreshing to hear someone preach who is not only a good mind but had wit and charm and personality to go with it. Then we had home group at our house and that was really good too. I really like the people in our home group. Genuine people. Then, later, Candi and I finished Season 3 of Lost. Now it's very late and I must to bed.