I've known some passionate people. The type that ooze passion with every breath. Sometimes I find them inspiring but other times they annoy me. Did I just say that? I tried to think of my passions. I even took a quiz or two. The results came back inconclusive. I do love cooking, traveling, sewing, reading, home improvement diy projects, gardening, painting, photography, art but I do not think I am passionate about one in particular. It's been months since I've painted anything. My garden this year was a mess of weeds. Passion is a special beast. Passion is all in. It consumes your thoughts, talk and actions. I was at a loss in identifying my passion. I wondered was I passionate-less?
L was much more generous in his estimation of me when I asked him what he thought was my passion. He said family. Look at how hard you have struggled to have a baby he said. Awe melt my heart. I think he might be right. See those who love us know us much better than we know yourself.

Oh the joys of taking injectable fertility medications in public bathrooms.

