While browsing the Sunday Scribblings posts on this topic, I noticed that the underlying theme of the posts seemed to be:
Passion = intensity
Hmm. Now, I really enjoy doing a lot of things. Knitting, walking, blogging (no duh), photography, sewing, a great cup of coffee. But I don’t recognize myself as being an intense person. I am enjoying this quiet road unfurling in front of me without dips and curves. I don’t believe that translates into a person without passion.
If tomorrow dawned and I was forbidden to participate in any of the activities that I enjoy, my life as I know it would not end. I don’t feel driven to do these things to the exclusion of all else. Well, taking away my coffee might be a bump in the road. Perhaps we could re-negotiate that part.
I know these things:
I know that I am passionately grateful for this wonderful life and my incredible family.
I know that I am passionately at peace and happier right now than at any other time in my life.
And I know that a quiet passion is equal to a passion with burning intensity.
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