Passion Living Out Loud

Find Your Passion and Run With It…


living it out loud

The Passion in Kids

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Me with some of the kids from the “I Want to Write: Read My Story” workshop

What a weekend! It was busy, busy, but so productive and enjoyable. Today’s post is all about the kids.

I was recently asked to do a mini workshop on how to become a writer/author with a group of third, fourth, and fifth graders for this program sponsored by TVA called, Weekend Academy. I spent the last week putting together my presentation, “I Want to Write: Read My Story”, and activities for the children and was finally able to share my knowledge with them on this past Saturday. Talk about enjoyable! I have been a speaker to children before, but never having to teach a class and it awakened something inside of me. The children were very attentive for nine o’clock on a Saturday morning and much of what was in my presentation the children were already exposed to. They were so bright and intelligent. Before long, they were inspiring me. While they may not want to become writers, I did impress upon them to follow their passion and run with it. They helped me to see that the passion I was living out was as genuine as it could be. It was a truth moment for me.

One of the other highlights for me was that I was able to, again, include my daughter in my passion process. She was my assistant for the day and was very glad to be so. As we walked into the building, she smiled from ear to ear, with eagerness exuding from the temples of her head… 😉 As she carried some of the presentation materials in, she looked up to me and said, “Mommy, I want to do this when I get older.” I was taken back. I knew I was exposing her to my passion, but in no way did I think she would take it so. “What do you mean?” I replied. “I want to go out and speak to people,” she answered. “So, you like what mommy does?” I continued. “Yep!” she said. And that was the end of that conversation. In that moment, I had another truth moment. I was definitely on the right track.

Once we finished the workshop, I promised my daughter that I’d take her to see the stage play, Charlotte’s Web. Boy am I glad I did. She was in a trance the entire time. And anyone that knows my daughter knows she is full of the gift of entertainment. She loves to sing, dance, and from what I can tell she’d really enjoy acting. I took her to see the play for entertainment, but more importantly for exposure to other arts. She’s already in dance class. Finding your passion is all a bout exposure. You don’t know its your passion if you haven’t been exposed to it. I’m always trying to keep her eyes open to new things, because I never know what she may truly be into. As parents we are to nurture that into our children. I write because I was exposed to writing early on. I sing because I was exposed to singing early on. And the list goes on.

So, all in all, this weekend was a weekend full of exposure to other people’s children, my child, and me! My passion is more fulfilled and hopefully I inspired some other children (including mine) to follow theirs. Check out some our weekend adventure and of course, keep following your passion out loud!!!

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The “I Want to Write: Read My Story” Workshop
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Full house for the “I Want to Write: Read My Story” workshop
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One student reads their story written during the workshop exercise
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One student reads their nonfiction book during the workshop exercise
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My Assistant for the “I Want to Write: Read My Story” workshop

Let Go and Live Your Passion Out Loud…

storage doorsToday marks a new day for me. To some, the marking may be a bit miniscule, minor, unimportant. To me, it signifies that I have finally let go of my grieving past. In 2006, I lost my best friend who happened to be my father, Arthur Webb. I was devastated by his passing. I believe sometimes we can lose someone or something and neglect the idea that we may have gained so much with the loss. I know I never considered this fact.

Following his death I was left with the task of packing up his house, getting rid of his belongings that my family chose not to keep, and somehow start my new life. I wasn’t sure how to do that. In fact, I wasn’t even sure how I was supposed to let go and get through my grieving. What did I do? I packed up practically all his belongings and placed them in a storage. I convinced myself that I would someday use the dining room set, the photos, ten foot long record player, and everything else that was stored in it. What did I end up doing in actuality? I ended up not really using anything that was in the storage. I gave the storage company approximately $7,000 because I couldn’t let go. It wasn’t just money that I gave away though, I spent a lot of energy not letting go; mentally abusing myself by believing that if I gave or sold his items, somehow I’d be in the wrong. More importantly, I blocked my ability to spend more energy towards my passion. The same passion that was instilled in me through my father. For a period of years following his death, I didn’t write, yet I tried to figure out how or why my father wasn’t in my life. It took me until just recently to realize that in his passing, I had the opportunity to realize what I’d gained.

This posting isn’t for everyone to understand, but more so for me to relinquish my past that I held captive in my heart. I will always love my father, but what I should’ve been holding on to was the idea of how I could and can move forward with my life to make him proud. I am able to take what he taught me and integrate it into my every day living. I have made him proud in the past, during his lifetime. I have made him proud in my past, since his passing. And I will continue to make him proud through my strength, drive, determination, and ability to remain resilient. On this day, June 27, 2013, I can say I no longer have possession of the storage. I got rid of everything on yesterday. I don’t feel bad about it. I feel empowered and ready for the world. Today I can say that I have learned I can make it through even some of the toughest times in my life and come out of them stronger than before.

Bye Extra Space Storage and hello to the rest of my life!

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