Day 2: Something I love about myself

I think this post is harder to write than day 1. We don't often find it acceptable to brag about ourselves, but I guess for today it's perfectly acceptable.

If you know me at all, you know I have a tendency to go off on tangents. Often, these tangents are in the form of rants that make my blood boil, make me see things through a skewed perspective, and generally am unable to simply "let things go". I'm more likely to get riled up about something else and forget the original rant for a time. Now, I know, this doesn't exactly sound like something all that positive, but it is.

I am very passionate. About so many things.

I have a strong opinion about just about everything. And if I don't have one or don't have enough information to have an informed opinion, I'll go out and get the adequate information so that I too, can take a stance on soy vs. low fat lattes. (I actually don't give a hoot about what kind of milk that's in my coffee, but I choose non-fat skim because it's real dairy and soy still kind of freaks me out. Yes, lack of education, but also funds. What if I did discover I feel strongly about soy and then couldn't afford it all the time? Then I would just be sad. Anyway... see, the tangent?)

Many of you have seen my rants on twitter... and a few even on blogger. And even more in an IM if you've ever been in a chat room or on AIM or GTalk with me. I have a big heart, a mind that constantly needs direction, and a passion that is forever stoked by the stimuli around me.

I won't go into details on what I'm passionate about, but I will give you an idea of a few of the things I care deeply about. (I think later on, 30 days asks about these other things, so stay tuned. Ha!)

      Education.                        Abortion.                                                  
                                          The Death Penalty.                                   Politics. 
Red vs. Blue.                                                        Religion.                Children on medication.
                           Adults with disabilities.                                Child labor.            
            AIDS.                                   The war.                                  Government spending. Books     Writing.                                            Art.                    Funding for art.              
                  Consumerism.           Music.                         Broadway
                                                    Clocks.           Jeans.                           Clinique.

I realize that some of those seem silly, but I have a degree of passion related to all of them. Some of the views may seem obscure and sometimes my passion could be me in trouble or cause me to put my foot in my mouth, but overall, having passion and caring about things and people has generally treated me well in life. I dream big because I expect big things out of myself and those around me. I expect the best effort out of everyone because to give any thing less is to cheat yourself and possibly the whole world out of excellence. I love easily and deeply. I trust the same way. But give me reason to take either away and you may never see it again.

So passion. What I love about myself is my passion.