today at the y, i was talking with a couple other mamas (or rather they were talking & i was listening, but not in that creeper* way). they were talking about getting their passion back. one pointed out how she'd heard that michelle obama speaks to her childhood obesity platform at all times - when people come over to the white house for dinner (yeah, like that happens, just casually? really?) or when she's out meeting people, she always manages to slip in some information about her platform, because she's truly passionate about it. that's when friend #1 said, "i wish i was that passionate about something. i need to find something to be that passionate about." (or something similar to that).
there's something about being a mother that takes you passions away from you. sure, you find new ones in that luscious little baby, who smells so sweet... the one who takes your sleep away from you too... & parts of your brain that you'll never recover... but when he says 'mama' for the first time, or 'love you!', you don't mind. you never really mind that you've lost your zest for that other life- that pre-baby life. i mean, yes, you miss the quality time you spent lying on the couch for hours at a time during a snow storm with your partner. yes, you'll miss those mornings of sleeping in... but really? there's a ton of things better than sleeping in & being lazy all day.
so without further ado (& because i just got an email that distracted me away from this)...
a few things that spark my passion:
- pilates. this one is old & new. i hadn't done pilates in about 8 years, but i picked it back up in january. i love it. it took me two full years, but i finally started doing something for myself, by myself, for 45 minutes twice a week.
- writing. really. i like it a lot. especially when i have time to do it, preferably in the morning, with a cup of coffee. that never happens anymore though as that is when i am sans computer the most.
- valentine's day. it's the holiday that requires a fair amount of pink. need i say more?
- vacationing with my husband. preferably for just a couple of days. i miss B too much to go longer, but it's so nice to have a couple of days with just the mr.
-obviously my child. parenting. being privileged enough to stay home with him each day. cloth diapering, breastfeeding, baby-wearing, etc., etc.
It's possible that I still haven't found that thing that I want to share with my dinner guests yet, but I'm glad that do have a few things that keep me interested for now.
*creeper, as in the SNL skit. Hi-larious, for real.