Different (and sick)

I've fallen behind on Reverb 10 so far but my head is also chock full of cement...or snot.  Either way, I feel like a dump truck ran over me and I need to catch up.

So.  In case you were wondering, my community absolutely would be Weddingbee. That collection of amazing women is the only reason I am here, on this blog, today.  It will be one year the first week of January, and I am so grateful to have been lucky enough to join this community and gained a myriad of real life and interweb friends.

Todays prompt, which I will answer as my nose peels from rawness procured from hours of blowing, is:

Beautifully Different. Think about what makes you different and what you do that lights people up. Reflect on all the things that make you different – you’ll find they’re what make you beautiful. (Author: Karen Walrond)


I asked Topher what he thinks makes me beautifully different.  His short answer was my passion.  That's sort of boring, but it's true.  I have alarming passion and it often spills over, even when it's not needed.  It's often misunderstood by others, and can be intimidating.

I often joke that you either love me or hate- but Topher, everyone loves him.  In college, all of our mutual organizations were full of people that adored him, while about half of the people liked me.

I think it's due to my crazy intense passion.  If I believe in something, there's no stopping me from exclaiming it.  My passion feeds into intense joy and I'm very excitable, which can be overwhelming.

Because of this intense passion, I also hold grudges, which is not a good thing. I've been trying to get better at this, and I'd say I'm 50% successful.

In 2011, I am going to stop apologizing for this passion, as I often find myself doing. I am who I am, and as long as I can recognize how it holds me back and affects others, there's no reason why I can't be the passionate bright star I am.