The Word for Today is Passion
I glanced at my Day Planner this morning and saw that the little image on the page is that of an old-style camera, with the word "Passion" below it. It got me to thinking - what am I passionate about? Am I a passionate person? I suppose I am. I'm very passionate about protecting my daughter, and about animal welfare, abuses of all sorts. I'm passionate about our rights in this country, which seem to be eroding at an alarming rate. I'm passionate about scrapbooking my family's history, so that it can be preserved for future generations. I'm passionate about my writing (writing is like giving birth!). But do I let this passion emanate from me, or do I keep it hidden under the surface? That is part of what I wanted to work through as I progressed through The Artist's Way with my fellow writers. In many ways, I let my passion simmer. When I get mad about things (don't EVEN get me started on, well, OK I won't get started on that right now . . .) , my blood pressure goes up and I can't see straight. Literally. But what do I do about it? Very little. I write letters. I vent to friends. I journal. When I am excited about my writing, I still push it to the back burner because, even though the characters are chattering excitedly in my head and I'm thinking about things like, hmmmm, how far away would you be able to hear a .22, where's the best place to shoot someone so they die quietly (and yes, I said quietly, not quickly), I have a file on my desk that needs a couple of trusts drawn up and that is what I must do as soon as my lunch hour is over. And that is what I do. I squelch those characters and thoughts, and go on about my day. And in the evenings I allow myself to get caught up in the drudgery of daily life (dishes, laundry, etc.), and I don't listen to my characters. But, there is hope for me. Passion is slowly but surely returning to me. Instead of eating my entire lunch hour, I allowed myself to write. Instead of staring at the TV when I do finally sit down in the evenings, I stare at the screen of my laptop, fingers poised over the keys, ready to write (and yes, my fingers do actually tap the keys, I don't just sit there!). I wear my beautiful Tahitian pearl ring, even though it is not a special occasion. I lit my lighthouse candle the other night just because (it's been sitting there for about 8 years . . . but I always thought it was too pretty to burn. Poppycock!). Passion should fuel your life, make it more exciting. Take a look at how you're living? Are you surpressing your passions? If so, let them burn - take pleasure in them, imagine what could be, and then focus on what you want to focus on!
(Less than a week to NaNo - get fired up with me!!)
Elle
(Less than a week to NaNo - get fired up with me!!)
Elle
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