Imagine climbing on a horse and somebody slaps its ass and you're just hauling non-stop through the woods, down a trail and your heart is shooting out your mouth.
To me, that's often what passion feels like. I wish I could bottle it and put it away for a while.
Passion has not always served me well. Sometimes with passion, come blinders.
These days I earnestly throw in a dash or two of practical or more to taste just to help keep my head out of the sand and my eyes open wide.
Don't get me wrong, passion can be a great thing. You just need to figure out how to pull the reigns back to keep from moving so fast in one direction. Stop altogether if you need to, get off, sit down and think it through.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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