I wish I were funny.
Squirt coffee out your nose funny like my friend Bee.
If she had spent yesterday as I had, she would sit down at her laptop this morning and be able to give us all a case of the giggles while relaying the events of a day well spent.
But not me.
I’m not funny.
I’m introspective.
Miss Sam and I spent the day with some old friends that are near and dear to our hearts. Whenever we make plans to get together we end up having a day full of fun and laughter doing nothing.
These awesome friends live two and a half hours from us. The last time we saw them was August of last year.
Why am I making the wrong choices?
During the day our conversation touched upon passions. What are we passionate about?
My first response was my photography.
It should have been my family and friends.
They are truly what makes life worth living.
Why are wrong choices so much easier to make I wonder?
From this day forward, my choices in life will reflect my passions.
I will choose to place ‘time with family and friends’ above being ‘busy’ on my list of priorities. It’s time for a change.
From this day forward.
You can see a snapshot of where we spent a portion of our day over at My Daily Photo.
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Because of your work in mental health, you might be interested in reading my great-grandmother’s story — “Winifred’s Story”. I originally posted it on my Bravenet journal but I can’t remember if you’ve been a ‘friend’ long enough to have read it or not. I’ve copied it and posted it on my Blogspot site. Hope you have a good weekend, my friend. (((((HUG)))))
In your defense, I think you’re being much too hard on yourself. Your photography truly enriches your experiences with your family and friends.
The next step is to stop agonizing and move on if you make a bad choice. I think that is harder than learning to make wise choices.
Introspective is good to read because it encourages us to look inside ourselves as well. I don’t think you need to feel guilty about saying photography was your passion. If I’d been asked a question framed the same way about my passions I would have had a whole list and probably wouldn’t have even mentioned my family. They are a given. They are part of me. Saying I’m passionate about my family would be like saying I’m passionate about my breasts. Well, maybe not exactly.
Now, if someone asked me “What or who do you love most?” I would, of course, say God, my family, my friends.
Don’t beat yourself up.
but . . . i like you just the way you are! i like that you are introspective
Cut yourself some slack. Family and friends as passions are understood. When we are asked, we naturally revert to hobbies, interests etc. When I am asked, I will say writing, but I know that is comes way below God, family and friends. Don’t fret over your first response. And don’t feel quilty about loving to take pictures.
I wish I were funny too! I think you are right sometimes we just have to make the choices for our passions to be more reflected in our lives and our families should be the the top of the list!
Blessings
I came by earlier, left a comment on a different post, and got interrupted before I could leave another.
I won a book? How cool is that!? I was just wishing yesterday that I had something good to read. thank you!
I’ll e-mail you with my snail mail address.
Thanks again!
I’m in agreement. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with having said “Photography” first. I would have said, “reading,” followed by “gardening,” but if someone had asked me what I love above all else I would have said, “family.”
I came back and read this today - Monday - and I sat here and pondered it for a bit. You know, Danielle, I think you gave the right response when asked about what your passion is. At least by the way my mind works. My passion is my writing…I couldn’t exist without writing. I couldn’t exist without my family and friends, either, but they’re not a ‘passion’…they’re an every day blessing, an essential part of my existence. My ‘passions’ are what I love to DO…writing, gardening, reading, listening to music. It goes without saying my family is my Life Blood. Them, and my Heavenly Father.