Follow your heart…

What are you passionate about? What people, places or things really move you? What do you want to be… or do… or have?

I’ve been tossing these questions over and over in my mind for the past few weeks. What are my passions? At first glance, my passions seemed to be “try to get to work on time,” “dig out the horrible pile beside my bed,” and “don’t eat all this candy.” But I was trying to get a bit deeper, so I decided to ask some of my close friends: what are the things I am interested in, that I talk about and obsess over?

Most of the answers really felt like me, like when you put your feet into a pair of shoes and know that they are yours. Some made me smile; I am obsessed with Pride and Prejudice, the book and the movies, and I do compulsively research every little thing, no matter how obscure. Others made me a bit sheepish. When I encouraged her to be as honest as possible, my friend Patti responded that I am “obsessed with trying to do EVERYTHING without limiting yourself even though you have MS and limits are necessary… hence you make yourself sicker than you need to be sometimes…” It is absolutely true that I do not give my body the rest – and the lack of stress – that would be best for me. She is right to be concerned, and it’s something I need to think about.

But most of the things people said were things I know I am passionate about.  My family and friends. Health and fitness. Self-improvement. Getting my home organized. Books and music and travel and telling stories.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized I should consistently blog about the things I am passionate about. Why? To help myself do the things I want to do by giving myself a place to articulate what I want, why I think I don’t have it yet, and what I need to do to get it. If I am passionate about my family and friends, then I need to figure out how to spend more time with them. If I want a beautiful, functional home, I need to come up with a plan to make it so – and then work the plan.

If I want a blog that I am excited about writing for, I need to figure out what I have to say… and then say it.

Here are the things I’m focusing on right now: Life. Love. Home. Health. Happiness. Fun. Faith.

A passion for knowledge

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Our friends Joe and Bunny are in town visiting. This is always a treat. Joe challenged us tonight to say what we were passionate about; my answers changed as we considered the question from various angles.

What do I think about constantly? Health and fitness. Not because I have mastered this area of my life, but because I have not and I so wish I could.

What am I obsessed with? Improvement. Seeing how things could be better and wanting to make them that way. Self-improvement above all else; I am closest to my own faults, so they are the most apparent to me.

If I could only do one thing on a deserted island for five years, what would it be? Read. (That one was easy.)

If you didn’t have to worry about working for money, what kind of a job would you have? If I could teach without having to deal with the parts of teaching that dragged me to the depths of despair, I’d certainly go back to teaching.  Otherwise… maybe I’d read aloud. I’m not sure in what context: As a librarian? Reading books on tape? Reading to kids in schools? One of my students once wrote, “She reads like you are really there.” (Thank you, Lizzy.)

What special skills do you have? I would make a good mediator. I can explain difficult things to diverse individuals in a way that they understand and – as Ann said tonight – “They aren’t offended.” Those skills were built through being the easygoing middle child between two very strong personalities.

What do you love? Reading. Singing. (I should say, “Drawing, dancing and the modern languages…” but I am not so accomplished as that.) Learning about anything and everything.

Is it apparent yet that at 44 I am not living a life dedicated to something I am passionate about?  *sigh*  A quote from Charles Caleb Colton seems appropriate here: I’m aiming by the time I’m fifty to stop being an adolescent.

  • {Stress} released: (Yesterday, actually…) I had a fabulous spa experience that relaxed me to such an extent that I completely forgot about breathing, releasing, or this blog.  I have already signed up to do it again next month on the day after pulse steroids.
  • {Body Fat} released: Good workout with Charles today.  So good, in fact, that I didn’t think I was going to be able to walk down the stairs to the locker room afterward.  Whew!