Enga mellom fjella

Passion or the lack thereof

Not sure where this entry will go.

I sit on a couch looking at the time and wondering if any of this matters.

My blog entries have been mostly bummers. My journal more detailed but less negative. I keep most of my angst here and not on facebook.

It would be nice to write an insightful entry.

I used to...

I used to do lots of things.

Passions over the years included gardening. Both as a child (age 9-21) and later when I dressed up the place I rented and when I bought a house (34-51) and occasionally in-between and after. I now have geraniums and jade trees.

I read alot as a child after age 10. Now, the opportunities come and go. I have many poetry books. And far too many others that must find new homes.

I started writing in 1999. Wrote a lot after 2002. Started my journal in 2003, my blog in 2005. Still write but not much since 2012.

I wanted to travel when I was 11. Went on my first roadtrip when I was 19... to Connecticut. Went to school in Kansas and Costa Rica. Lived in Nebraska. From age 26 to 51 I only traveled a bit, mostly by train. Then I moved to Oklahoma, Colorado, Kansas, Montana. I started to travel outside the country in 2009. I started to take pictures... thousands of pictures.

Another passion was giving parties. Mostly in the 80s but for many years after as well. The parties ended in 2003.

What to do now? I'm not feeling passionate about much of anything. I need to rekindle the old flames or find a new one soon. Life without passion isn't worth living. Intense passion or quiet passion. Either will do.