This weekend, was spent either sleeping or thinking. It contained  was zero excitement, no drama, no earth shattering moments. It was great and honestly I wish I was still cuddled in bed ( I might have slept 42 hours total this weekend).  Those 12+ hours I was awake, my mind kept drifting back to passion... 
- I know what I am passionate about, but that is so different than living with/from a passionate heart. I thought about how how the idea of living from a place of passion scares me,  how broken I am from the last 6 months of 2012.   Even simply writing those words take all the energy I have. I don't want to push aside the hurt and pretend like it didn't happen, I don't want it to turn into bitterness, anger, and overall misery, I want to learn, heal, love, forgive and come back stronger, from it.  I want a healed heart that has learned to LOVE PASSIONATELY, that is not scared to move forward, because of pain.