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.