As I mentioned in my last post I wanted to think of three words that would describe my passions in life, or lessons I've learned. Here are my words and why they are important to me:
I am a strong believer that you need passion in your life. And no, not just in the bedroom. (Although passion there is great!!) I remember talking to my teenage niece once about what she wanted to do with her life and I talked to her a lot about what she really loved. It's different for everyone; it's sports for some people, art, writing, work, politics, dancing, cooking, their church... whatever it is embrace it with love and reckless abandon. I don't understand people who don't feel passionate about something in their life. What is Jim's passion, you ask? I have many. Renaissance faires and dancing are some of my top things.
This word includes my first word of passion, but it extends beyond myself. When you find your passion in caring about others, that is compassion. It could just be the love you have for your friends, it could be involvement in bettering your community (and not just the town you live in, it's the gay community or the political community). It could be how you treat the homeless person you see on the street. Do you look away, avoid eye contact? Or do you have contempt for them? How do you feel about the religious right wing? We know they hate us, will we stoop to that same level? Compassion is not a "christian" thing, it's a loving and caring 'thing'. Do you really care about others... or as some do; only the pretty people? I first learned about compassion when I owned my Deli in Baltimore and in my many customer service positions in my work career. I have learned to respect others and in doing so I improve myself.
Have you ever experienced loss or tragedy? Have you ever hit rock bottom? I have... and I'm still here to tell about it. I have learned from those low points that I have hidden strength. I believe that we all have the power in us to do great things and to overcome whatever obstacle we have in front of us. Where do we get that strength to go on? Maybe it comes with maturity? Maybe it comes from dealing with life and all that it brings us. But it takes effort, it takes energy, it takes willingness to change. I have learned the hard lesson that the only constant thing in life is change. Things will not always be rosy, it will not always be a sunny perfect day. And it is my own choice, my own inner strength that makes me enjoy the beautiful day better. The rock-bottom helps me appreciate the high that will eventually come.
Let me know if you had a 3 word posting on your blog.