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your Passion(s)

What's your passion?

Movies? Music? Reading? Writing? Running? Etc?

One thing I know about me, I don't have just one, in fact I get really ADD, as in, I'll start a book, then forget about it and finish it months later (disclaimer: UNLESS it's a James Patterson thriller).  I will binge a series on Netflix then not watch TV for days, I'll re-watch the same movies because it's easier then attempting a new one....and the list goes on.

One other thing I know about me: since the day I saw Titanic, I knew I would never be the same.  Don't laugh.  The movie itself unleashed an obsession, infatuation, and love for not just Leonardo DiCaprio, but more seriously, ships. Sunken ships mostly, but also boats, cruise ships, oil rigs, sail boats--- you name it, if it floated, or sunk, I wanted to know about it.

Before I knew it I lived, breathed, and dreamt of sunken ships.  Of seeing one in person, of the books I had bought at Barnes and Noble, and second hand book stores- when my mom realized all the 'coffee table' books and hard back novels were really adding up...I could not get over the eerie, mysterious love that I felt for ships that now rested at the bottom of the sea.  The people that had walked the decks and slept in the rooms, the stories of why and how they sank, who was on them ,where were they going, all the way to what each state room, cafe, propeller or helm and everything else looked like.  And what the people went through during the sinking.  To this day, this 'passion' per say, has not swayed and I don't think it ever will.  It has remained the constant in my life.

Some may find this to be a very odd constant, understandable.  I am sure I am not the only little kid in 1997 who saw this movie and it sprouted a new love for something, though.  I think something positive came of it.  I wanted to read and learn and watch every documentary I could get my hands on.  How many kids these days are watching documentaries or reading...? Not many.

Passions are an interesting thing but I think in the long run they become your most comforting thing because it is something you have put time and energy into knowing, so when you talk about it you KNOW what you are talking about and it may even take you back to a fond memory of when it began, that in itself brings me great comfort.




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