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Okay, odd title I know. But my dad has always called it "kahkah" which I think he got from my grandma because she always called it that too. Well, actually, she used to spell it until we finally told her we knew how to spell. She used to spell most everything when she was mad at us.
Ha! Since just the other day I was saying something out loud and spelled the word "S-H-I-T" in front of Blake, my nine year old. Observent as he is, and also a good speller by now, he said to me, "Why don't you just say it Mom?". I replied, "Because we don't swear in this house, Blake." Seemed to solve his dilemma. Although, I'm not sure if the Big Man upstairs would call it good or not.
Regardless, I didn't say KahKah in the title because I googled the word and odd stuff came up that had nothing to do with "poo". Pretty sure my grandma and dad made that word up. But it still works in most cases when you don't want to say S#17 (translation #=H, 1 = I, 7 = T) but you probably already figured that out. (Remember, the title of my blog is RANDOM creativity when you read this.)
So what does Passion and S#17, aka kahkah, have to do with anything you might ask? Well the analogy has come up for me quite a bit in the past year or so. You see, what I have noticed is, that if you are doing something you love, something you are passionate about, something that you are "called" to do, you could do it endlessly without growing tired or weary. In fact, if you were called to "shovel kahkah" and it was your job, you could do it for hours at a time, day after day, 24/7/365 and still have energy left over to do other things. You would be filled with joy while shoveling it, you would smile and be kind to others while shoveling it and you may even inspire a few other folks to shovel it with you!
On the contrary, if you say had a job, that required you to be waited on hand and foot, by say a tall handsome guy named "Biff" (who of course is your husband). And you had everything you ever wanted given to you on a silver platter and the sun always shined on you and you always had a new pedicure, even in the winter... but you weren't called to be that or weren't passionate about being waited on and catered to (I have a hard time believing that you wouldn't want a nice pedicure even in the winter, but that's just me), then it would suck the very life out of you. You most likely would become depressed, you would be a fun sucker and complain a lot, to whoever would listen by the way. It wasn't your "calling" so it would seem like labor or work to you. Even though to someone else it would seem like pure heaven. (Lot's of run on sentences in this paragraph, but thankfully I'm not being graded on my writing.)
There are many things I am passionate about that I could do endlessly without tiring, with Joy in my heart and inspire others at the same time. A few would be: taking pictures of people or most anything at all, walking in the woods, by the lake or on a mountain—any place that doesn't have concrete nearby. Holding babies, they don't even have to be a baby I know. Being ransacked by puppy kisses. Riding horses. Creating something new and solving a design challenge. Doing most anything alongside my husband and having one of my kids hold my hand in public. (Brock my 7 year old will still do this.) I think you get the picture. Thankfully I haven't been called to shovel S#17, and I'm equally thankful for the people who are called to do that.
I'm also thankful that some of these passions allow me to help provide for my family and run over to help my church and other causes. My goal from here on out is to stay in my creative calling and passion MORE than I work in kahkah. I think it will make everyone around me and myself much happier! In fact, I'm going to go and find my dog, Lucy when I'm done writing this. She will load me up with puppy kisses instantly. Then I can drive over to Osceola and walk down to Cascade Falls out to the river on a path next to a creek where their isn't any black top, while I generate super great jewelry designs in my head.
<<<<< Photo I took during a senior photo shoot at the falls.
Followed by a good old fashioned butt whooping on my way back up the countless stairs to get back up to the street that should start making my butt look fabulous (I can dream can't I?).
Ha! Since just the other day I was saying something out loud and spelled the word "S-H-I-T" in front of Blake, my nine year old. Observent as he is, and also a good speller by now, he said to me, "Why don't you just say it Mom?". I replied, "Because we don't swear in this house, Blake." Seemed to solve his dilemma. Although, I'm not sure if the Big Man upstairs would call it good or not.
Regardless, I didn't say KahKah in the title because I googled the word and odd stuff came up that had nothing to do with "poo". Pretty sure my grandma and dad made that word up. But it still works in most cases when you don't want to say S#17 (translation #=H, 1 = I, 7 = T) but you probably already figured that out. (Remember, the title of my blog is RANDOM creativity when you read this.)
So what does Passion and S#17, aka kahkah, have to do with anything you might ask? Well the analogy has come up for me quite a bit in the past year or so. You see, what I have noticed is, that if you are doing something you love, something you are passionate about, something that you are "called" to do, you could do it endlessly without growing tired or weary. In fact, if you were called to "shovel kahkah" and it was your job, you could do it for hours at a time, day after day, 24/7/365 and still have energy left over to do other things. You would be filled with joy while shoveling it, you would smile and be kind to others while shoveling it and you may even inspire a few other folks to shovel it with you!
On the contrary, if you say had a job, that required you to be waited on hand and foot, by say a tall handsome guy named "Biff" (who of course is your husband). And you had everything you ever wanted given to you on a silver platter and the sun always shined on you and you always had a new pedicure, even in the winter... but you weren't called to be that or weren't passionate about being waited on and catered to (I have a hard time believing that you wouldn't want a nice pedicure even in the winter, but that's just me), then it would suck the very life out of you. You most likely would become depressed, you would be a fun sucker and complain a lot, to whoever would listen by the way. It wasn't your "calling" so it would seem like labor or work to you. Even though to someone else it would seem like pure heaven. (Lot's of run on sentences in this paragraph, but thankfully I'm not being graded on my writing.)
There are many things I am passionate about that I could do endlessly without tiring, with Joy in my heart and inspire others at the same time. A few would be: taking pictures of people or most anything at all, walking in the woods, by the lake or on a mountain—any place that doesn't have concrete nearby. Holding babies, they don't even have to be a baby I know. Being ransacked by puppy kisses. Riding horses. Creating something new and solving a design challenge. Doing most anything alongside my husband and having one of my kids hold my hand in public. (Brock my 7 year old will still do this.) I think you get the picture. Thankfully I haven't been called to shovel S#17, and I'm equally thankful for the people who are called to do that.
I'm also thankful that some of these passions allow me to help provide for my family and run over to help my church and other causes. My goal from here on out is to stay in my creative calling and passion MORE than I work in kahkah. I think it will make everyone around me and myself much happier! In fact, I'm going to go and find my dog, Lucy when I'm done writing this. She will load me up with puppy kisses instantly. Then I can drive over to Osceola and walk down to Cascade Falls out to the river on a path next to a creek where their isn't any black top, while I generate super great jewelry designs in my head.
Followed by a good old fashioned butt whooping on my way back up the countless stairs to get back up to the street that should start making my butt look fabulous (I can dream can't I?).
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