Defining our Person-hood by our Passions

There are some people in the world who are born with a destiny in-hand: people who are meant to do something and are gifted with the passion to do it. Passion is an integral aspect for certain abilities. You don’t come across musicians who are lackadaisical about their music, just like you don’t come across writers who are indifferent concerning the meaning of “lackadaisical.” And with this zeal comes your duty. If you were born to be a great pianist, then you are cheating the world of a gift it deserves.

Before we go any further, if you want to know more about Personhood:

Personhood: An Essential Characteristic of the Human Species

This image mimics the passion I feel when it comes to the written word. Thank you, Mark Rothko.

You might argue that having a talent does not necessitate a responsibility to follow it and logically, you’d be right. But then comes the question, do you want to live a completely logical life or will you open yourself up to vulnerability and emotion? It is in the very nature of an artist to choose the latter. So before I continue, let me go ahead and ostentatiously throw myself into that rare breed known as artists and explain why I could never deny myself this gift. I believe that any artist would come to the same conclusion; so, why deny a single person a chance to experience your gift, especially when it comes so naturally to you?

The Secret Life of Julie: Catz Bop

(Originally written November 10, 2011. Since then, both Valentine and Ender have passed away. I miss them so much; it’s been a little over a year. This post is in memory of them. Here are pics of each of them:

My baby kitty

Ender ❤️

Valentine ❤️


You know how people have quirks they usually only do when they’re alone? By the way, I’m not talking about vulgar things, just so we get that sorted. I’m talking about things like singing in the shower or dancing around like a fool — innocent stuff like that.

I know that a few people know about this, as they’ve seen it in action. For the rest of you, I’ll be admitting this for the first time. One of my quirks — I have many, as I am a quirky individual — is that I sing to my cats. Now, I don’t just sing any ole’ song to them; it’s not like I sing “Rockabye Baby” to them while they trying to sleep. Instead, I take a song and add my own *twist* to it. I had a friend once tell me that my singing was somewhat disturbing, in both a good and bad way. Eh, I’ll take it; that’s fair.

As a note: I have a horrid singing voice, just so that’s been established.

Lately, I’ve been singing to Valentine (one of two sister kittens we got back about 5 months ago). The song of choice has been “Joey,” by Concrete Blonde. Instead of the usual lyrics, I add my own, singing to her, “Vaaally, Kiiitty. You’re soooooo pretty.” Sometimes I’ll go off on a tangent from there, depending of the song’s lyrics and will ad-lib my own kitty tunes.

[By the way, here is your lesson of the day: The phrase “ad-lib” comes from the Latin phrase “Ad libitum,” which means “at one’s pleasure.” If there is ever something I don’t know or understand, I make a point to look it up. So, I’ll share the things I find while writing my posts. How’s that? Cool? Good deal.]

I have a variety of kitty tunes; enough to even make a CD… or do they not make those anymore? One of the songs I enjoy singing to Ender goes: “Hey kitty, you’re so pretty, can’t you understand? You take me by the paw when I take you by my hand… it’s cats like you, Ender. Oh how you mew Ender, mew Ender, be a good kitty Ender. Ender!” If you didn’t figure it out, that little diddy was my version of “Mickey” by Toni Basil.

So, that is one of my weird quirks.