Passion. Not loud or vocal. Not evidenced by heated conversations or angry outbursts
Passion. Passion of a different sort. Not physical, but intangible. Excitement for the future. Fear for the future. Worry about the future. Dreams about the future.
Passion. Passion where the only ones who can truly understand are yourself and the Lord.
Passion. Passion where one moment you have giddy thoughts and a stomach housing a whole dorm of excited, girly butterflies. The next your sensible, rational brain is screaming "How in the world do you even think this can happen?! You have no experience in business! You didn't even finish college!"
Passion. Passion in the knowing that things can't and must not stay the same.
Passion full of loud thoughts and quiet dream sessions with close friends and family.
Passion for the future delights of brightening a bad day with a warm chocolate chip cookie. Lighting a grin with a gooey, fudgy brownie. Filling a hungry belly with a raspberry streusel muffin. A sigh of satisfaction at the first foamy sip of a latte. Warming cold, work roughened hands with a mug of Italian roast. Inhaling the scent of cardamom and cinnamon wafting from a cup of chai.
Passion for giving amateur artists the chance for eyes other than their own to see their heart. Listening to the brush of fingers against guitar strings. Over hearing deep conversations. Bursts of laughter from teenage girls having their first of many future coffee klatschs.
Passion for giving people a refuge from a harsh, demanding world for a brief spell.
Passion for a community made up of people from all walks of life and backgrounds.
Passion for waiting however long it takes for a long held vision to become reality.
