Passion

  The amazing thing about the human condition, is that we have a fire burning within us all. We all contain a passion for some thing or another, a passion that drives us to do not only our best, but to succeed at all costs. 

  Today I spent by both studying for anatomy lab, and watching Legally Blonde 1 and 2. Of course that is not a productive way to study, but miraculously I did get somewhere on both ends, as I had been losing my passion for a while now. It's funny how a movie, with fictional characters, a girl with amazing hair, and a dream can somehow bring you back to your own dreams, your own passion. My goal in life, which used to be so prominent, has seemed out of my grasp no matter how much I tried, because, for a while, I lost my passion. Now, after watching Elle Woods not only get Bruiser's Bill passed, but get married to her dream man, I have realized why I am doing this, why I am spending my Sunday by studying my ass off for lab. Lab!

  My passion is derived from my love of athletics, my love of how the human body moves to create this art that can only be explained by the artists own passion. Dance is an art, with the way the body moves to create an intricate expression placed to music. Its an expression of the soul. Softball is an art; the body moving in sync to how a ball moves, running from one base to another, the circular motion of the pitchers arm, the footing of the shortstop as she creates a double play, the graceful arc that is the swing of a bat, all put to the sounds of the birds, the fans, and the smells of the earth and the grass. Basketball with its painted floor's, nets of shiny white material that reflect softly along the sheeny floor. Players that run in certain times, the arc of the ball as it is either passed, dribbled, or into the net. Soccer, football, volleyball, golf, badminton, cross country, and every other sport is an art form, and expression shown from the movements of the artists whom are the subject of their own pieces. My passion is to be the subject, to use my body in a way that can be seen as an art form to those who are watching, though they may only see the competition at hand.

  Even if I cannot always be a subject of the expression, I can always be part of the background driving force. I can be a part of a players passion by coaching, which I do now, and I can do this by being a Physical Therapist, which is my ideal career.  I can keep the fire in the eyes of a young artist by rehabilitating them back onto their playing field of choice, whether it be a gymnasium, a stage, a field, or even a swimming pool. I may not always be the artist, but I can be part of the equipment used to keep the athlete going. Sure it sounds strange, but if the player is the canvas, then I would be just a brush, touching up on the damaged parts, improving them, fixing them, making the art piece strong again. It's why I am here in the first place, and why I am majoring in Exercise Science, and why I am spending my Sunday(I could be having a spa day) studying for an anatomy lab quiz which is only worth forty points. It's why I am sitting on this futon with my leg elevated, as a surgeon has done his best to repair part of the artwork that is me, and now its up to me to rest it until it is ready to be drug along the rusty red dirt of the pitching circle, to be twisted after a swing and a solid hit, to step on first base as I am bananaing out and around, though my running may be slow. It's that art that drives me to become a PT, and to keep on helping those who want to show off their own art, though injured they may be.

  So, thank you Elle Woods, you have reminded me that in order to keep going on, I need to remember my passion no matter how small. I need to have my own "bend and snap" to keep the curiosity of the thing I love kept onto my own ways. It is not the people around you who make you passionate, it is yourself. You are the driving force of your own passion, and that is the way it is meant to be. Be your own form of passion, your own form of art, it will help you along your journey.