This entry could also be titled “ramblings of an addled mind.” Read on if you dare.
Oh, and this is long. Deal with it.
Today is day two back at work (although I’m not there yet, it’s Tuesday, the one day I work afternoon shift). I also have the requisite post-vacation cold, having woken up with a phlegmy sore throat and one nostril plugged. My brain feels like it’s not quite all there, so pardon any glaring grammatical errors or nonsensical ramblings.
I really need to change my focus now that I’m back at work. It’s strange being there and not having the almighty “vacation” to look forward to. Just days, followed by weeks, followed by months of more work. I need to refocus my passions. Although I do like my work, don’t loathe going in – and some days even look forward to it, it’s not my passion and I have to have something else to look forward to. I would work on making my passion my work if I knew what that was yet.
After spending some time last week in a pretty nice hotel, I’ve discovered that the difference between a 4-5 star hotel and your neighbourhood Holiday Inn is all in the details. Both accommodations will obviously have a bed, TV, desk & bathroom. But the room that lists for an extra $200/night will also have staff that will remember your name; high thread count sheets on a bed that doesn’t groan when you get into it; marble, slate and tile accents instead of linoleum and formica; an assortment of glass glasses instead of a few plastic dixie cups. It will also include well appointed amenities such as a pool & spa, and of course, the option to indulge in a dapper manservant delivering a Fudge Brownie to me in my bathrobe at 3am if I so desire.
Many people will say that these things don’t matter. A lot of times they don’t, if you’re just blazing a trail and looking for a place that’s clean to lay your head for a few hours. But this vacation was all about my relaxation and sanity, and this time the room was my sanctuary – my home away from home for a few days – and I honestly couldn’t have done with anything less. And thanks to the best website ever, I won’t have to do with anything less a lot more often.
Now, in a roundabout way, back to the whole passion thing. I don’t know what that is yet. Perhaps those who have met me (or even just read me) can participate in my version of the latest meme and leave a comment about what strikes you about me as a person. What do you notice first? last? anything?
In the meantime, my substitute for living my passion will be indulging myself and soothing my soul. Taking the time to cook, read, and fill my surroundings with serenity and beauty that makes my home my sanctuary, and perhaps a place where I can find my passion.
Did you actually use hotwire.com? When I tried to get a quote it said it’s only valid for trips originating in the US. So…rather useless for us Canucks.
Notice first: Great eyes. 🙂 Hey, we always notice the physicalities first.
But what do I notice first about you as a person? I’m not sure exactly what to call it. It’s something to do with your composure. Self-posessesion. You always seem very sure of yourself.
Maybe it’s faked, but if it is, you do a good job of faking it. 🙂
As for finding ones passion, I tell you, it’s fantastic to actually do so. I don’t think most people do. I think I’ve started to — human sexuality, etc — which is why I’m back at school at nearly 25 and loving it. At least, I seem to enjoy it a lot more than the fresh-out-of-high school kids who went because it was expected of them. It’s going to take me forever to get anything resembling a degree, but that’s okay.
My ex boyfriend, on the other hand, hasn’t really found his passion yet. That’s not entirely true — he has, but he’s been pulled into the trap of a high paying job that he hates and has too many financial obligations to leave it to fulfil his passions. I think that might actually be worse than not having found your passion — to know what it is, but to not be able to go for it.
In the meantime, I think “finding what drives you” to be a pretty good passion. 🙂 I’m still narrowing down the specifics of what drives me, although I’m getting a better idea. I still don’t know exactly what I’m going to do with it yet.
Nothing wrong with enjoying the “finer things”, though. Relaxing in luxury should be seen as much more necessary than it actually is…