I love today! It has been a wonderful day from start to finish and I might even have to make August 16th a holiday in my book to see if I can repeat it year after year
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The last time T (no, not that T, the other T) and I were at Logan, we had to go around 3 times before we found the rental car return. Of course, that was before the Big Dig was "completed" so there was giant construction nonsense.
Glad to hear that your T is back safely. Also, yay cheap NH booze!
I don't have just one passion. Actually, I have too many, and not enough hours awake to keep up!
There's the passion for growing things (both observing growing things in nature, and in actively growing and preserving herbs, veggies, fruits, et al).
There is the passion to be creative, which is currently being expressed more through clay than anything else, although singing/drumming/making music, sewing, and home improvement projects also fit here. Yes, I really do mean the home improvement project part, because with the possible exception of the porch roof all our major projects so far have a definite creative/artistic component. There used to be a passion for poetry and writing, and sometimes there still is, but being the main editor for proposals, technical documents, marketing materials, etc. for my group at work has made it hard to enjoy my own creative writing outside of work.
There is the passion for community...sort of an odd one. It comes and goes and takes different forms, and it's sometimes a hard one to live with. I'm a part of the local community through choir and the pottery studio and volunteering and the "local food order", and that helps fill the social void but it's not what I really want. My blood family/chosen family/real community is spread out all over the country...I still sort of dream that one day at least some of us will be closer together, but I also understand myself well enough now to think that maybe this is one of those Coyote dreams, one that I might regret later if it were to come true. I've learned to look at this one sideways.
And, most important of all, there is T. If he didn't bring me coffee in the morning, I might never get out of bed in time for work. *g* I joke about it, yes, but some days his support is the only thing that keeps me going.
I think I and all the construction workers in Boston missed the memo on the Big Dig being 'completed'. Unless of course the Bostonians have gotten so used to having the big earth movers and scaffolding everywhere so now they just pay the construction workers to do what they were doing before without actually building anything. Hum...this is an interesting theory that I will have to look into. Considering how many people are at a road construction site standing around watching one guy do all the work. Though I am sure that if T was their foreman they would be off their lazy asses and actually working...well that and they wouldn't be building roads, but you know what I mean. :D
So for passions we have...culturing growth, creative endeavors, compounding community, and the love of your mate. Wow.
You live a full life, have so many different aspects of yourself pulling you in different directions, and still manage to take it slow and stay calm.
Interesting...thanks for the input...*stashes passions in mental file folder to look at later*
Glad to hear that your T is back safely. Also, yay cheap NH booze!
I don't have just one passion. Actually, I have too many, and not enough hours awake to keep up!
There's the passion for growing things (both observing growing things in nature, and in actively growing and preserving herbs, veggies, fruits, et al).
There is the passion to be creative, which is currently being expressed more through clay than anything else, although singing/drumming/making music, sewing, and home improvement projects also fit here. Yes, I really do mean the home improvement project part, because with the possible exception of the porch roof all our major projects so far have a definite creative/artistic component. There used to be a passion for poetry and writing, and sometimes there still is, but being the main editor for proposals, technical documents, marketing materials, etc. for my group at work has made it hard to enjoy my own creative writing outside of work.
There is the passion for community...sort of an odd one. It comes and goes and takes different forms, and it's sometimes a hard one to live with. I'm a part of the local community through choir and the pottery studio and volunteering and the "local food order", and that helps fill the social void but it's not what I really want. My blood family/chosen family/real community is spread out all over the country...I still sort of dream that one day at least some of us will be closer together, but I also understand myself well enough now to think that maybe this is one of those Coyote dreams, one that I might regret later if it were to come true. I've learned to look at this one sideways.
And, most important of all, there is T. If he didn't bring me coffee in the morning, I might never get out of bed in time for work. *g* I joke about it, yes, but some days his support is the only thing that keeps me going.
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So for passions we have...culturing growth, creative endeavors, compounding community, and the love of your mate. Wow.
You live a full life, have so many different aspects of yourself pulling you in different directions, and still manage to take it slow and stay calm.
Interesting...thanks for the input...*stashes passions in mental file folder to look at later*
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