Passion
I have been reading “some” entries by “some” diarists. (do I have you worried, now, wondering if I mean YOU?) And these other diarists have been talking about PASSION. So *I* started thinking about passion. And I wanted to write a soul-searching entry about passion. So I sat down to write it.
BUT (and you KNEW there’d be a BUTT, didn’t you?) I found that this past couple of weeks have greatly affected me. While they have not exactly rendered me passionless…..they most certainly have changed the focus of my passion.
Instead of thinking about dressing up in those sexy Victoria’s Secret for a hotHOTHOT rendesvous with my honey, I spend precious stolen moments fantasizing about being able to find the time to do my laundry and wash up those tightie-whiteys! mmmmmmmmm. Clean granny-drawers warm from the dryer. I could get hot about that!
Instead of planning a sensual romantic runaway weekend – I am fervently praying for 20 minutes of alone time. SSsssshhhh. Just me – and me… No hormonal teenaged daughter screaming insanities at me because I neglected to respond appropriately to a totally unexpressed need of hers. No 150 blobs of pre-teen hormones bouncing off the walls. No 16 year old 8th graders that I have to talk to about the burns on their arms – wondering if they actually passed the initiation and made it into the gang or not. 20 minutes of complete and total isolation REALLY turns me on.
While I should be planning sexy gastronomic delights to be shared with my special someone… I dream wistfully of any sort of meal that does not involve a “just for kids” cookbook or melted cheese. My engine really gets revved just thinking about a simple grilled steak and potato meal.
Holding hands? More like holding onto shreds of sanity.
Devoting myself to my love? How about just finding a love?
SelfLESSness? Hell no. Total and complete selfISHness – for one full day. Color me green. Vibrant kelly green to be exact.
I could get AMPED over a honey colored wooden floor……… free of dog hair.
Somebody please mutate a strain of grass that mows itself? You will have my undying love, devotion and adoration forever.
I’m tired. And not the kind of tired that a good night’s sleep can fix. I’m bone weary. And you know what…..passion and bone weary just don’t mix.
You know what I’m *praying* for.
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ummm whose entries on passion, I wouldn’t mind reading them! as for your desires… certainly understandable, so how are you going to get them met? {except for that mutant grass thing, not sure I want to know how you are going to mate grass}
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Boy does this all sound familiar..hope you get that time alone and ENJOY
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I feel for ya sweetie. Right now want passion like I want another cold. Sucks doesn’t it? hugs…
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i don’t think there’s anything wrong with that at all
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passion? what is passion, and some people have been writing about it? LOL 🙂
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I hope you can find some alone time!
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Sounds like it will take awhile to balance the load. Hope you can create more of that time somehow. It does make things more delicious.
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It’s not me you’ve been reading either!
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My sweet man is in jail for 6 days (didnt do anything really bad..just a few too many beers). Been there for 2 days now..I have’nt had to fight for space,blankets,pillows,or sleep at the foot of the bed to keep his snoring out of my ear..Now thats Passion!!hehehe..Would’nt want to live without him tho…heehehe.
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Another funny entry from you. Sometimes I think a little passion goes a long way, but alone time is rare. And you really need it with your students, and gang bangers? Just how do you keep your good humor and sanity?
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I hopeyou manage to get at least 20 minutes of YOU time, hon. Be careful…don’t burn yourself out! RYN: Was the “AAAARGHH” cos it was another survey type entry? LOL Hugz
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LOL
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With appropriate guards to keep it from taking over the surrounding neighborhood (it’s a crawler), Bermuda grass is a lush green perennial and doesn’t need to be mowed.
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AMEN, Sister!!
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I’m not too familiar with your life yet, but you’re correct:passion and bone weary do not mix. Who says you can’t be passionate about restful time alone, a good meal cooked just for and enjoyed by YOU? Some days (and for many days), that’s all we want. I do not envy you your days with the students, but applaud good teachers. I hope you can find a balance, and some good, clean, “passion.”
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Crickeys, my friend….you need a retreat! (Yeah, like someone had to say that out loud…*slaps head*) I will get your ear muffs off to you as soon as possible, maybe that will help. I love you, Too!
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You have passion aplenty. You just spend it in a classroom trying to contain a bunch of kids whose passion in overwhelming.LOL. Wall to wall passion sort of leads to an overdose, don’t you think? Of course, now that I am old I can no longer imagine strutting my stuff in anything from Victoria’s Secret so this is probably a case of teddy envy. 🙂
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Yeah for your type of passion!!!! There is a time and a place for every type of passion and right now, I vote for your type!
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A big chunk of alone time and a simple, satisfying meal sound like the ideal holiday gift (not to mention for the rest of the year). Yo, Santa! You listenin’?
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Oh, I remember this well! (And wish I could forget!! Bone-weariness, I love you not!) I promise you that when you finally retire (does it seem too far off to even dream of?) there will be lovely free, “alone” time – though I can’t guarantee any increase in passion. But come on, admit it – there’s a fair amount of passion in your work, no?
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Get passionate about yourself girl….give yourself some pampering. Lavender essence, candlelight and nice soothing bath. Curl up with a good book and just relax.
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slow growing grass would suit me!! Empathy and understanding are hard things to live with but as you do, life will never be a breeze *hugs*
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RYN- Yeah, no kidding! It was just the sweetest thing. 🙂
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This is perfect. I’m sure your passions are shared by more than you know! And a self-mowing lawn…*sigh*…brilliant.
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There is no such thing as a hair-free floor. I sweep up hair tumbleweeds by the bagful! But it’s surely worth it, isn’t it!! Thanks for all your wonderful notes. You’re the greatest.
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