On a trip to Seattle. Finally moments away from "life" and near a computer to post. I am always amazed at the abundance of diversity in an urban setting as compared to my rural life when I first visit a city. Yet, over the course of a few days, I realize that there is not so much diversity as there is a concentration of differences. And in my place in the world, it feels as though there is more individuality because it is simpler to stand out in a smaller crowd. Sturm und drang is alive and thriving.
I went to Hack Night last night with Bryan--an evening akin to "take my parent to class day," as another mom and a brother were in town and joined the festivities. I spent some time this morning thinking about where our passions lead us. Back in the day when Bryan was a child with a passion for new technology, I stayed on top of the flow to provide encouragement as well as to "be the parent" and monitor activity. So, though I can still understand much to a relative degree, that other world is exploding with such ferocity that one without the passion sits on the shore and gets wet only up to the toes.
Which led me to thinking about how much I don't know, but would like to know. And how do I choose one avenue from another. Like feasting at a buffet--it all looks so tempting, but overstuffing means lethargy. So, now I am thinking about passion again. What sparks me? And I can truly say at this moment, not much. Although being away from the world for this brief visit has rekindled some flame. Somewhere over the past few years, I neglected my flame.
I think the shift I have made in work was a response to the need to feel and not merely do.
I will leave for home this weekend with a small fire burning in my belly.
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