Passion is something that doesn’t come easy for me. It’s not that I have no passion, it’s just that my passions constantly change. I go through spurts where I just love a certain thing (yoga, blogging, writing, reading…) and then after overindulging that particular passion, I just get sick of it. So, I’ll take a break, move on to something else, and come back to it after some time has passed.
Which begs the question: Do I have any passion at all?
After all, isn’t passion something that never goes away? Something that stays with you, buried deep in the pit of your being?
For the most part, I’ve been OK with the up and down nature of my passions. That is until my boss asked me to find my passion. And I? I looked at her like she had five heads and have proceeded to avoid her for the past five weeks.
Productive, I know. Maybe my passion is procrastinating?
I should probably get back to her with some sort of answer. See, she’s big on doing what you’re passionate about and this conversation is part of a bigger professional development conversation. One of her concerns is that I (and anyone, really) wake up in 20 years wishing I would have done something different. So she’s pushing me on it while I still have time to do something about it.
I get where she’s coming from and I appreciate the sounding board she provides. After all, she’s a pretty smart lady and one can learn a lot from her. But this passion thing? I truly have no idea where to look.
I actually really love what I do, but I wouldn’t say I’m passionate about it. There are a few days I love it, a few days I hate it, and many days in between where I just like it. Much like yoga. Or writing. Or anything else I’ve ever claimed to be passionate about.
Maybe my definition of passion is too strict. Maybe I am passionate about what I do and just have unrealistic expectations about what passion really is.
So while I search for a passion that lasts longer than my usual whim, tell me: what does passion mean to you? And what are you passionate about?