Passion-my weekend was full of it…but maybe not the kind you’re thinking. Here’s how it went: On Friday I attended an event we Minnesotans lovingly refer to as the Expo. It’s held at the fairgrounds and stars every kind of horse imaginable. Plus, there are workshops on equine disciplines from dressage to cattle sorting. It’s an equestrian’s Mecca.
But I spent my Saturday in an entirely different manner. I went to the Midwest Mountaineer’s open house. My elder son, a hiking, camping, mountain climbing aficionado, wanted to experience the fever and I agreed to go along. I enjoyed it immensely, partly because I love those things too, but partly because the enthusiasm of the crowd that milled around the canoes and freeze dried mashed potato dinners and toed running shoes (my personal favorite) was palpable. I soaked in the granola flavored zeal, considered buying an $80 Merino wool t-shirt (are you serious?) and was dragged away before I drank the proverbial Kool Aid.
Then on Sunday, to cap off the weekend, we did a little mall hopping and ended up at a yoyo competition. The entire event was manned by…boys. J I kid you not, there was not a female in sight. Their performances were set to music. The tricks were complex and amazing and performed by competitors who had all the earmarks of starry eyed zealots. I milled through the crowd for a while, admired the prowess of the artists and tried to imagine becoming a disciple, but try as I might, I couldn’t really.
Still, the whole weekend got me to realize how powerful and alluring true passion is. Honestly, without that kind of titillating ardor, I’m not sure how or why people get up in the morning. Granted, true passion will often break your heart, but for me it’s also what keeps my heart pumping.
So how about you? Do you have a passion that makes you go weak in the knees. Please share. I think there’s something irresistible about a true zealot.