I have been described as a passionate person. I have also been labeled obsessive. I don't argue with either. It's really hard to argue with the truth, but passionate sounds better, so I tend to favor that and correct people who call me obsessive. I was reminded of the severity of my personality this weekend.
I may have become a bit passionate (completely obsessed) with a show called Doctor Who (on BBCAmerica). I might have been more excited about the season finale than I was about anything else this weekend and I had a very full weekend.
Fridays are half days at work during the summer which extends my weekend so much so that my mom and I feel like we have two Saturdays. So Friday afternoon Mom, Dad and I headed down to the lake and to check out other lake front properties they're considering buying next month. We were gone a full seven hours just the three of us in the car with periodic stops to look at some awesome scenery and a few truck stops. I have some fantastic photos I'll get posted later tonight but Friday was a day that reminded me just how hilarious my dad is, and just how wonderful my parents can be.
Saturday was equally spectacular. Mom and I won tickets for Cats at the Muny from work so in the morning Mom took Aunt Faye shopping and I stayed home and cleaned and watched about five hours of the Doctor Who marathon on BBCA.
With the threat of rain looming Mom and I headed out for Cats and hoped for the best. Of course not two minutes before the last scene of the first half (Memories) the rain poured and the show was canceled. Mom missed the entirety of the musical that she wanted to see. It was almost comical. But we played in the rain for a bit and enjoyed the weather. Eventually we got home to watch the season finale of Doctor Who.
I should note that I hadn't stopped mentioning the show for the last 48 hours. I am simultaneously overjoyed at the way the season ended and anxiously saddened by the ending of the season. It draws us that much closer to the end of the 11th doctor and the end of the series.
Despite the fact that this season is over, I highly recommend Doctor Who to anyone looking to watch some awesome re-runs this summer. The fact that two days later I'm still gushing about how amazing this show is might just make up my mind that I'm not just passionate, I might just be obsessed. This one should tide me over until my next obsession nears in, the road trip to Minneapolis for Hanson at the Zoo (oh and if you're in St. Louis, make it to the Hanson show at the Pageant. They don't cancel like the Jonas Bros and Kings of Leon.)
Quote of the day: The Doctor: Maybe you've had enough coffee now; how about some nice, calming tea? Let's get you a cup of chamomile or something, shall we?
Showing posts with label Passion. Show all posts
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Monday, July 26, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
A Bit Tired of Shouting
I've been a so busy I've forgotten how to breathe and sit down to write. For this I am truly sorry. Truly.
So here's the recap of what's going on. I've given hints that I'm on the edge of walking out the door of a few relationships and that there are a lot of changes on my horizon. Those of you who know me know that change and me don't get along. We're like oil and water, like oil in the water in sensitive unstable ecosystem. It's not a pretty picture.
It goes with out saying that some of my friends are making decisions that I not only personally disagree with but jeopardize the very essence of our relationship. But that's neither here nor there.
About a week ago, (was it that recently?) I was reminded that life is way to short to spend playing it safe. And since then my conversations have decidedly turned towards encouraging people to at least not let their passions die. From friends who've found the rough patch in their game plans of life, to co-workers who let their passion for writing fade as they got older, my resounding chorus for the last week, maybe two, has been "Do it! Even if all you do is for you, you can't let it die."
Why? Because it's a part of your voice, a part of your spirit, it's the part of America that creates, that produces rather than consumes. It's the part of America that discerns rather than sits back and just takes what they can get.
We all have hopes and dreams while we're growing up, but then somewhere along the line we start playing it safe. Not that there's anything wrong with knowing when you need to let a dream go, but there's something wrong with letting passion die. That passion is the thing that gets me out of the bed in the morning and reminds me that the beige walls of my office are not the only horizon I'll see.
It's the quiet fight for passion and art that I've been advocating. I'll never tell you that we can all be rock stars or all be on the New York Time's best seller list, but we all enjoy something creative and we can't lose that in the grind from 9 to 5. I'm a bit tired of shouting at people (friends and co-workers alike) to just have some passion. I don't like shouting. In fact I dare say I hate it. I want people to listen, not just hear me but listen, and that way I can save my voice a bit.
Despite all that frustration with myself for not being as passionate as I should be (ooo I"m preaching to myself) and with people who's eye's shine when they talk about their book but then don't pick up a pen, today I was hit with the one piece of news that makes it all worth it. The 38 year old co-worker who had his dreams ripped from his hands in the prime of his life is setting aside some time this weekend to write. No pressure on himself, he's just going to sit down and write. Whatever results is the result. That's refreshing.
I've yammered on long enough... but I will say this, through out it all, I've had a smile on my face because of this album.
Oh go check it out. Buy it, rock out... and smile. Because this time around, we know life's a battle that we all ultimately lose... but that doesn't mean you can't be happy.
So here's the recap of what's going on. I've given hints that I'm on the edge of walking out the door of a few relationships and that there are a lot of changes on my horizon. Those of you who know me know that change and me don't get along. We're like oil and water, like oil in the water in sensitive unstable ecosystem. It's not a pretty picture.
It goes with out saying that some of my friends are making decisions that I not only personally disagree with but jeopardize the very essence of our relationship. But that's neither here nor there.
About a week ago, (was it that recently?) I was reminded that life is way to short to spend playing it safe. And since then my conversations have decidedly turned towards encouraging people to at least not let their passions die. From friends who've found the rough patch in their game plans of life, to co-workers who let their passion for writing fade as they got older, my resounding chorus for the last week, maybe two, has been "Do it! Even if all you do is for you, you can't let it die."
Why? Because it's a part of your voice, a part of your spirit, it's the part of America that creates, that produces rather than consumes. It's the part of America that discerns rather than sits back and just takes what they can get.
We all have hopes and dreams while we're growing up, but then somewhere along the line we start playing it safe. Not that there's anything wrong with knowing when you need to let a dream go, but there's something wrong with letting passion die. That passion is the thing that gets me out of the bed in the morning and reminds me that the beige walls of my office are not the only horizon I'll see.
It's the quiet fight for passion and art that I've been advocating. I'll never tell you that we can all be rock stars or all be on the New York Time's best seller list, but we all enjoy something creative and we can't lose that in the grind from 9 to 5. I'm a bit tired of shouting at people (friends and co-workers alike) to just have some passion. I don't like shouting. In fact I dare say I hate it. I want people to listen, not just hear me but listen, and that way I can save my voice a bit.
Despite all that frustration with myself for not being as passionate as I should be (ooo I"m preaching to myself) and with people who's eye's shine when they talk about their book but then don't pick up a pen, today I was hit with the one piece of news that makes it all worth it. The 38 year old co-worker who had his dreams ripped from his hands in the prime of his life is setting aside some time this weekend to write. No pressure on himself, he's just going to sit down and write. Whatever results is the result. That's refreshing.
I've yammered on long enough... but I will say this, through out it all, I've had a smile on my face because of this album.
Oh go check it out. Buy it, rock out... and smile. Because this time around, we know life's a battle that we all ultimately lose... but that doesn't mean you can't be happy.
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