Tracklist:
Lost Generation - Rizzle Kicks
Rain - Creed
Wish You Were Here - Incubus
Homecoming - Hey Monday
Teenagers - My Chemical Romance
I certainly was not expecting to post again this soon, however, I have been hit with the writing bug and some thoughts - the worst possible combination for people who hate to read.
A thought struck me today: What does it mean to have passion? I know what it means to love something so strong that you consider it a part of your life. Is that passion though? I can say I have a passion for writing, but what does that really mean? I love to write, yes. I spend a significant amount of time writing, brainstorming, and sharing. That sounds like passion. But then again, I also have a strong love for music. I am never not listening to the songs I love, discovering new bands, or learning how to play it. I would go as far to say that I am in love with music, every single aspect of it. Are my feelings towards theses two the same?
None of this seems to satisfy me on the idea of passion though. Until I think about something my mother said to me earlier in the day. We were watching Duke play Saint Johns (Congratulations Coach K) when she said, "He [Marshall Plumlee] plays with such passion." Right in that moment, I knew I wanted to make this post. He "plays" with "passion". I only needed it to be put into basketball terms in order to understand. He plays with passion, he's made it his life. His life is dedicated to the team, to the program, to the sport. Passion. You choose to genuinely live for something, to me, that's passion.
I have a passion for writing, a passion for music. Both give me something to live for. They both add meaning to my life in very significant ways. I have people who support my writing with such positive energy and they are the reason I continue every day. I have people who support my taste in music with the same energy and it makes me want to find more and share more. Passion.
All in all this post is just me wanting to spread the word about finding something to live for. Take your hobbies to the next level. Try new things, and always be open to new ideas. If you are like me and feel you have found something to live for, whether it be writing, music, or whatever else, work every day towards strengthening your passion. Learn more. Delve deeper. How else are we supposed to make it through life if we do not have something to strive for? Just think about how much more enjoyable life could be if you got to spend it doing, talking about, and learning about the things you loved the most, your passions? What kind of life are we living if we aren't dedicated to the team, to the program, to the sport? Figuratively, of course. We all aren't a seven foot Forwards.
Callie
xx
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
This Will Be Your Year
Tracklist:
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing - Jack Johnson
Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria
Faint - Linkin Park
Better Than Me - Hinder
You're The Inspiration - Chicago
I don't know how many times I heard someone say that twenty four days ago. I know it was enough to give me a headache. It also doesn't help that my 2014 experience was one for the history books. Travelling to London, meeting the man atop my bucket list, and being introduced to five of the most amazing women I have ever come across. It's safe to say I didn't want to leave 2014. But time marches on, as we've all heard so many times, and 2015 came in with a bang, or at least I assume it did (I was too busy lying in bed, watching YouTube videos, while the neighbors set off their arsenal of fireworks). I just gave myself away there..oops. No matter how badly I wanted to relive 2014 over and over again, the new year was screaming at me, practically begging for my attention. "I will be your year!" It shouted at me, over and over, and still continues if I'm honest. It's like it wants me to make the vow. It wants me to promise to work hard to make sure I enjoy my life. I can't say I was ready to sign that contract. Mainly because I don't know what doing so would mean and I've never been one to just go for it. There's something in the air though. I have so many great things already planned for this year, the year that will 'be mine'. I want to make this year 'mine'. I want to top my 2014, no matter how unrealistic that seems to me in this moment. I want to give 2015 the pleasure of knowing that I am going to work my hardest in making it another year for the history books.
My first step, of course, is this blog. I have another one of these floating around here somewhere, but it's full of the past and I would rather not dig it up - that and I just can't for the life of me remember any of the credentials to get back into it. That was high school Callie, though. A Callie I absolutely do not want to be reminded about. So I move on. I love to write and this is where I will do just that. Here you can find me writing about friends, family, relationship, music, life in general, and whatever else I feel would be worthy to jot down.
I cannot lie about the skepticism I felt at the beginning of the year. I had no desire to top the year I had just left. However, as I watch the people around me grow into such amazing people, I would rather not be the one left behind. So here is my formal acceptance of 2015's contract. I'm ready to sign my name at the bottom and make 2015 my year.
Callie
xx
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing - Jack Johnson
Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria
Faint - Linkin Park
Better Than Me - Hinder
You're The Inspiration - Chicago
I don't know how many times I heard someone say that twenty four days ago. I know it was enough to give me a headache. It also doesn't help that my 2014 experience was one for the history books. Travelling to London, meeting the man atop my bucket list, and being introduced to five of the most amazing women I have ever come across. It's safe to say I didn't want to leave 2014. But time marches on, as we've all heard so many times, and 2015 came in with a bang, or at least I assume it did (I was too busy lying in bed, watching YouTube videos, while the neighbors set off their arsenal of fireworks). I just gave myself away there..oops. No matter how badly I wanted to relive 2014 over and over again, the new year was screaming at me, practically begging for my attention. "I will be your year!" It shouted at me, over and over, and still continues if I'm honest. It's like it wants me to make the vow. It wants me to promise to work hard to make sure I enjoy my life. I can't say I was ready to sign that contract. Mainly because I don't know what doing so would mean and I've never been one to just go for it. There's something in the air though. I have so many great things already planned for this year, the year that will 'be mine'. I want to make this year 'mine'. I want to top my 2014, no matter how unrealistic that seems to me in this moment. I want to give 2015 the pleasure of knowing that I am going to work my hardest in making it another year for the history books.
My first step, of course, is this blog. I have another one of these floating around here somewhere, but it's full of the past and I would rather not dig it up - that and I just can't for the life of me remember any of the credentials to get back into it. That was high school Callie, though. A Callie I absolutely do not want to be reminded about. So I move on. I love to write and this is where I will do just that. Here you can find me writing about friends, family, relationship, music, life in general, and whatever else I feel would be worthy to jot down.
I cannot lie about the skepticism I felt at the beginning of the year. I had no desire to top the year I had just left. However, as I watch the people around me grow into such amazing people, I would rather not be the one left behind. So here is my formal acceptance of 2015's contract. I'm ready to sign my name at the bottom and make 2015 my year.
Callie
xx
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