Passion. Back in
the day, I had oodles of it. Truckloads, in fact. I have a whole livejournal’s
worth of crazy, intense, high-school-youth-group passion with a capital P.
Things used to burn in me, so crazily that I couldn’t be silent (though
honestly, probably half the time I should have kept my damn mouth shut and not
typed a single word).
Fast forward to
today, where I am 26. Twenty-six. When did that happen, passing the quarter
century mark? No matter – where a quarter century has gotten me is sitting on
my couch, watching hours of television daily, eating far too many Toll House
cookies, waiting for someone else to weed my garden (usually my husband). I am
being honest, y’all. That is not an exaggeration. That is a typical day for me
right now.
Okay, so,
passion fell by the wayside awhile ago. Somewhere in the midst of finding the
man of my dreams, getting married, buying the house of my dreams – I stopped
living. Crazy that with getting all the things I could ever dream of, MORE than
I could dream of, I completely lost touch with feeling anything. This thing,
whatever I’ve been doing – it is not life. It is not intentional. It is not
emotional. It is not much of anything.
So writing this
is something – a confession? A hope for something more than what has been over
these past months? Right now, typing up crazy things at 3 a.m. (which I will
post at a more reasonable hour today, when I actually have internet access), I
am just thrilled to be feeling something beyond incredulity over what Serena
said to Blair on Gossip Girl.
So, I drove to
McDonalds in the middle of the night (my husband will be up in 3 hours for
work) because I got all fired up about something. Factory farming animal
abuses, to be specific, but more on that later. The point is that this week, a
fire has been rekindled. And I can praise the Lord because all true passion is
from Him. So there is a fire now, a fire to try to love Creation a little more
each day. A fire to get off my couch and get to living.
Passion is back
and I sure hope it is back to stay. Can I get an Amen up in here?!
yeah!!
ReplyDeleteamen sister.
ReplyDeleteHa. I had the same realization last year--6 months after we had just gotten married. I was eating cookies and watching ugly betty. Coincidentally, I started a blog.
ReplyDeletecall if you wanna talk.
ReplyDeleteSerena is such a b* to Blair.
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