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8 Reasons to Follow Your Passion

I like cheesecake.  And I, on occasion, make cheesecake from scratch.  It's a laborious process, and I always freak out a little towards the end, wondering if I have cooled it slowly enough for the center not to crack.  But it's not my passion. 

I am a sucker for a romantic comedy.  Sign me up and stick a fork in me, because I am done.  I always cry at the end of Love Affair, which is a modern remake of An Affair to Remember.  I can practically recite every line from You've Got Mail.  Mr. Darcy (if you have to ask who?, don't worry about it) is in the back of my mind most days.  But it's not my passion.

It's taken me a long time, but I have finally figured out that I HAVE to write.  It's what I do.  Sometimes it's funny, sometimes vewwy, vewwy serious (read that in your Elmer Fudd voice) and sometimes I have no idea how something will turn out until it's done.  But it's my passion, and it's what I do. 

So over the span of my passion-follow…

I Like It

If you know anything about me at all, you probably know that I am on Facebook.  I started out being a "protective parent" to see what my then-young teen children were doing, but now my Facebook presence has evolved into me interacting with friends who are my age.  Yeah, I'll comment or like something on one of my daughter's or son's friends' pages, but just because it's cute or funny or pithy.  

I realized the other day that I "like" a LOT of things on Facebook.  To me, it's kind of an affirmation that a person has posted something worthwhile and not just letters taking up space.  Then there is the ubiquitous posting about something sad, like a death or illness.  It's always weird to "like" that, because I wonder if my friend gets the idea that I am commiserating with them in their time of need, not that I find something great about something bad.  

I like that there's NOT a "don't like" button to choose on Face…

What's Your Vote?

Some days I think I totally get the small-town charm thing. I voted recently, and my voting place is at a church near my house. You would have to know it was there to find it, even though it's been there probably 40 years.
What I like about it is that it is the epitome of a "sleepy little place." We don't have picketers on voting days, nor does anyone seek us out for exit polls. You come, you go, and in between , you see that the people in our voting district are pretty much the same, that is, middle ageish regular people that probably have a dog or a cat and kids and cook out on holidays. There's a few young 20's thrown in here and there for a little spice. And I like that.
Conversely, my aunt and uncle live on about 20 acres in Dasher, GA, surrounded by a 100-acre swamp. It is super quiet and a nice place to get away for a night or two. You can hear yourself think.  Really.  Like the actual neurons firing.  And you may not see anyone on the road when you driv…