I've been sick for a couple of weeks now. This week I lost five pounds. I've been lethargic and tired and a bit grumpy. My body doesn't feel like my own.
Despite this, there are things I had to get done, like moving and working and being Mom. So I did.
This morning, as my body insisted on laying back down after my shower, The Guy snuck in for a pre-work snuggle. Even tired, I can still respond to his touch. Even tired, when Pooka cries out in her sleep, I can be at her side in seconds. Even tired, if Boy needs a piggyback ride, I'm available.
I can be exhausted, but if an idea comes to mind I will quickly write it down. Sadly, I can be full of energy and writing can be a chore if the ideas aren't coming. I'll still do it, just not as prolifically.
So, passion. What is it?
For me today, it's the realization that there are things I won't stop doing no matter how badly I feel. I'm passionate about my family. I'm passionate about writing. Let's face it, I'm passionate about social media. [What? An audience is important to a performer.]
Passion is what drives you.
What is your passion? What do you love so much that sickness can't keep you from it?