What moves you?

It's pretty rare that I write a post in the morning. Honestly, while I generally get up fairly easily, I'm not what you'd call a morning person. I like to potter around before work without any real purpose and just let my body wake up gradually. This morning, however, I'm feeling inspired, so I thought I'd jump online to check in.

I'm still really nervous about my teeth and gums. While I had the incredibly fun/painful root planing procedures, those were only a first step in the journey to save my teeth. My periodontist prepares me at each visit for the fact that I'll probably lose at least a few of them because they're in such bad shape, but I still cling stubbornly to the hope that I can keep all of them. My objection to losing teeth is two-fold:

1. People who are only 40 (for another few weeks) shouldn't be losing teeth. Old people like my grandma (rest in peace), Santa Claus, and John McCain have fake teeth, not me.

2. I don't think I can handle the "removal" with any amount of drugs. Seriously? Yanking and cracking bone and...oh, help me Jesus, I can't even go there.

So, I will continue in my mental imagery of my teeth being strong and intact until the good doctor disabuses me of that notion.

On another, more pleasant topic, I've been thinking a lot about passion. No, not THAT kind of passion, but the things that make life worth living, that have you smiling at the thought of them...basically, the things that move you. For me, there are many things that fall into this category, including helping others achieve their dreams, advocating for lasting change on behalf of those without a voice, and writing here. That's right, this very journal is something that can move me (on a good day). There are times when the words just flow like a waterfall, steady and strong, and I wonder why I haven't always kept a journal. (There are also days - and weeks! - when I can't think of a thing to say and wonder why I'm still at it. Those days are still in the minority.) I remember a time, not so very long ago, where the only things that moved me were small and selfish, and, not coincidentally, so was my life overall.

So, I'd like to know what moves YOU? Each of you that takes time out of your day to read this journal is important to me and I'd love to get more insight into your daily passions, so dish.


neca said…
My doggies, my family & friends, eating dinner on my deck, my son's laughter and smile.

Thanks - it's good to stop and think about this, especially in stressful times.
Marla said…
I'm sorry to hear about the teeth! But listen - it is not at all unusual to lose teeth at 40. I know plenty of people in their 30s who have bridges.

I lost a tooth a couple years back. It had a huge filling, and finally cracked and just wasn't repairable. I had it removed, and I was pretty scared about that. But the oral surgeon gave me a "twilight" anaesthesia in the office, and the next thing I knew I was waking up and Bucko was driving me home. You will not feel A THING. I had no pain afterward, no problems at all.

I had the tooth replaced with an implant. If you can afford to do it, I highly recommend it. It's a long process, takes 6 months at least, but they put a temporary cap on so you don't have any problems. I've had it for a couple years now and I can't tell it from a real tooth. It might even be better than a real tooth.

I know losing teeth seems horrible, but the reality is no big deal. You just have to get over the shock of the idea. I had a long talk about this with my dentist, and she said that losing teeth symbolically means death to most people, so of course it's scary! Just focus on the fact that you will have no pain from it, and modern dentistry is fantastic - in a year it will be like it never happened.
Laura Gilmour said…
The little things move me, like growing herbs on my windowsill and watching them grow; seeing the look on Dr D's face when he takes the first bite of a cake I've baked; watching my dog tear up and down the park.

Passions, well my work used to be my passion, but I'm fast losing that. I must find a new one!

Sorry to hear about the teeth.

CP x
kitty said…
hmmm what moves me?

the way my husband stares at me 'just because'

my niece's laugh!! if she was any more adorable she'd poop marshmallows!!

my cat when she's being snuggly

when the stars and planets align long enough for me to act on my creative bug

the view from my kitchen window - it makes washing dishes almost a pleasure... almost hehehe

the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves

the smell of fall...

cloudy/rainy days


actually there is very little in my life that doesn't move me...
Gingernut said…
I'm afraid that what moves me isn't nearly so noble as what moves you! You are a truly fabulous person, my dear.

Things that make my life worth living... crisp autumn days (I love this time of year), the love of a good man, our lovely home, the promise and hope of great things to come, and family and friends who have your back. And pizza for tea :)
Jenny said…
My passions: reading, and blogging about it. Advising my students, especially the young ones, so that they find what their passions are. Feeding people.

I hope your fear becomes less, about your teeth. I'm so inspired by the way you're taking care of yourself.

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