Last night Libbi and I had a “sleepover” in the living room, kicked off by a dance party.
She really let loose on Just Around The River Bend from Pochahantas. Hair swinging, body arching forward and back, arms and legs swaying like tree branches in the wind, her whole body interpreting. It was pure creativity, unfettered by concern over technique or self-consciousness. It was joy.
Suddenly I felt as if I were in college again, where we did what we did because we loved it. Everything to gain and nothing to lose. (At least in the fine arts department. )
Do you still have something in your life that feels like that? Something you fling yourself into out of sheer love, allowing your heart to choose your steps?
Is anyone out there reading this? If you are, I’d love to know: Now that you’re all grown up, do you feel that way about something in your life?
Here’s another question for you: Does turning a passion into a vocation necessarily alter our experience of the things we love to do? Is there a benefit to making one’s passion a hobby rather than a career?
What do you think?
Now that I’m “of an age,” my relationships are becoming more and more my passion. When I’m in the moment, looking into my daughter’s eyes as I answer her questions or listen to her stories, really watching her during her nightly gymnastics exhibition off the sofa–instead of trying to clean my purse, sneak in a little computer time or otherwise “catch up” when I could be fully present–I feel joy. And contentment.
I have more to say (what a surprise), but my daughter just came into the room. And I don’t want to miss this moment.