A couple of years ago, my dear friend the dark-haired lion made the statement that is the title of this blog. It still cracks me up and is relevant to what I am about to talk about: Passion. NO I’m not talking about anything having to do with sex here (sorry) but rather finding something in life that you are passionate about and doing it. And if you get to experience passion in what you do for a living, it’s the dream, right? At least that’s what they tell us.
So here’s my personal dilemma. I do not have a passion for blogging. There, I said it. I love to write, but I’m not sure the blogging format fits my quirky nature and style. Not to mention, blogging brings in a whopping zippo in bank which means I have even less motivation to do it. Every time I sit down to blog, it becomes more of a task instead of something I can enjoy without looking ahead to when it’s over. Like many of you I’m sure, I am still struggling to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. And what’s even worse is that I have no intention of really ever growing up, so my mind is all over the place (heLLOOOO, adult ADD). But at any rate, I want to find the right niche that suits who I am and make what that is my bitch.
By now you’ve either forgotten about the whole canned tornado thing or you’re waiting for me to admit that I have been suppressing a raging desire to be a pole dancer. Hold that thought while I give a shout out to a person who I feel has got it going on in terms of having passion for what he does. That individual is none other than Jim Cantore from The Weather Channel. Bear with me – since there’s a hurricane heading towards the east coast, this is somewhat relevant to current events…
Truth. I’m talking about that bald-headed weather god who graces us with his blue windbreaker during hurricane season… or even better, his crisp, bicep-bulging dress shirt during the off season.. (this is why I get complaints from my husband about all the sweat on the remote). Some of you women probably dig the dude. Yet you guys are probably about as thrilled with him as my husband when he sees me drooling while watching TWC and says, “I’ll leave you two alone”. But since I mentioned pole dancing, I bet you’re going to keep reading just in case it’s mentioned again.
Despite his manly good looks, the reason I need CantoRehab has the most to do with the way he does his job. The guy loves anything weather related and finds a great deal of satisfaction in bringing a little piece of his world to us. You can actually see the passion he feels for what he is doing. He gets me so worked up about what he’s talking about that it completely slips my mind that he and I are about the same height. So I not only admire Jim Cantore, I am actually way jealous that he has found joy in something that is supposed to be “work”. Yeah yeah yeah, he makes good money and I’m not naïve enough to think that doesn’t contribute to his happiness, but I still see the fire in him when he’s on the job. I WANT THAT. (and no, I don’t mean those honkin’ biceps under that perfectly-pressed shirt… ok, maybe a little)
In terms of a career, Cantore has found his mojo. My goal is to find that in a job. I guess I’m saying I’d like to find my mojob! (or wait, I can’t say that, it rhymes with.. nevermind). And yes, I fully admit I’m a bit obsessed with Cantore. When I was a Girl Scout mom, I suggested that he deserved his own cookie (see photo). Yeah, no dice.. For now, I’ll settle for this rewrite of part of a song I did just for him. You go on with your bad self, my hot canned tornado! You’re doing it right.
“Love in a Blue Windbreaker” ~ to the tune of “Love in an Elevator” by Aerosmith
Workin’ like a dog for the weather fans (whoa)
Workin’ for TWC (whoa-yeah)
I’m bettin’ the warm front I’m tossin’ (whoa)
Is every girl’s fantasy (whoa-yeah)
But where am I gonna look?
When Categories drop below 5
I really need a girl during a hurricane watch
to make my mercury rise!
Love in a blue windbreaker
Livin’ it up with temps goin’ down
Love in a blue windbreaker
You better board up when I hit your town!
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