So, I love pizza. And it is certainly not a secret around here. I could eat A LOT of pizza. A LOT. And I'm not sure what keeps me from only eating pizza. It's not healthy and it's not right, but it's true. And it's not that I just like pizza sometimes, or pizza sometimes is okay. I really, really like pizza. So, today when Homie asked me where I wanted to go for lunch (as we were celebrating the fact that today is, in fact, Friday), I jumped at the chance to meet-up with one of my other true loves. Mellow Mushroom. I don't know if you have one near you, but it's one of my absolute favorite pizza joints. My favorite pizza is their tofu barbeque. And I love the fact that it's stone-baked with a wheat crust. And I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it. I'm not afraid to admit it, I do. Yum!
Anyways, my not-so-secret love of pizza, is very telling of my passionate personality. As in, I love what I love, I know what I love, I know what I want out of life (generally), and I will do whatever it takes to get it (within reason). It's not just about pizza, but I reserve the right to include pizza as a passion. Among other things, I am passionate about my relationship with Homie, the Bean, my family, friends, job, politics, spirituality, etc. But the one place I am lacking passion (and am hoping and looking for passion) is in my domestic responsibilities.
Before I met Homie, I lived alone (mostly). I had a roommate for a few years (which was nice). But, generally, I was able to do my own thing, and cleaning was easy. I only ever had to clean MY things. My personal (one person) things. And cleaning for one is no big deal. Also, I never ate that much. So, cooking (or the lack there of) was easy. My stomach wasn't that big, and eating wasn't huge on my list of priorities. So, again, it was no big deal.
But fast forward two years, I have my lovely Homie and the Bean. They are a HUGE part of my life and I love them to bits, which is the easy part. However, I am still having trouble domestically. Where is my passion? I have a passion to eat healthy- lots of whole grains, lots of beans, veggies, and fruit. But that's it. Don't get me wrong, I am concerned about the house being clean, but not that concerned. I want to have a happy home, a home where everyone feels welcome. I want to be one of those people who rises from slumber early, flips the blinds up, plays upbeat music, and starts breakfast. I just can't find the motivation. I'd much rather sleep. And the dish-washing is hard (as in we don't have a dishwasher... shut it). And laundry... wow. How often do you change your sheets... your kid's sheets? Please tell me a few weeks... please!?
I need to know how to work on these things. Hopefully, I'll continue to improve and find that passion, domestically. Because I want to have the same passion for my house as I do for Homie, the Bean, politics, pizza, traveling, photography, my spirituality, you get the picture, etc.
It's driving me spare (as Homie would say)...
Do you have a hard time domestically, or does it come naturally?
Friday, July 17, 2009
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