Yesterday, I had the bright idea to get up really early and go to the Garden before work to take pictures of irises. This would involve me getting up at 6:30 am to get there by 7 am because I would need to leave the Garden by 8 am.
I was up at 6:20 am. I was exhausted. I just couldn't get up. I just couldn't do it and I couldn't drum up enough enthusiasm to overcome the exhaustion.
I was reading Fr. Martin's facebook feed and he was talking about some 3 questions he was asked. One was about passion. As I was being cranky with myself I thought about it. I hate it when people ask me what I'm passionate about. I'm not really passionate about anything.
Maybe that's the root problem.
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Being passionate about something.... C'mon! It's just a buzz word. I'm glad this wasn't the term when I was growing up and as a young woman. There were things I LIKED to do then. There are things I LIKE to do now. I see some things from my corner that YOU like to do: photography, seeing beautiful things like art, nature, etc, Cut the buzz words and just enjoy what you like to do! :)
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