Posted by: Dennie | August 7, 2013

Passion and Purpose

I’ve often envied people who have a distinct passion for something. I wondered, were they born with it? If not, how and when did they find out what their passion was? I have a friend who loves to paint and draw. I can draw stick figures. I can barely paint the trim on a bedroom wall.  That is not my passion.

I know of others who play musical instruments. For hours on end. I took guitar lessons. For a few hours, maybe. That was not my passion.

A woman at my gym runs. Ten miles is nothing. Twenty-six is a cinch. A few weeks ago she did a one hundred mile race. ONE HUNDRED MILES!  I run. And I curse every step of the way. Running is not my passion.

As a matter of fact, I’ve thought for years that I am not one of the lucky ones who has a passion for something. One who can lose track of time doing what they love. My husband cooks. He enjoys it tremendously, so much that given the right set of circumstances, he would cook for a living. I enjoy his cooking, but I do not like to cook. No passion there, either.

So this writing thing  has come as quite a surprise to me in these last few weeks. Although I’ve been writing on and off forever, I never considered it a passion. I considered it work. It was hard. Too hard to enjoy. Enjoyment for me is sitting on my butt alongside the lake, basking in eighty-five degree sunshine, listening to the birds, breathing the sweet summer air and just….chillin’.

But something has shifted and changed.Suddenly, I can not stop writing. I’m up early in the morning. Writing. I’m up late into the night. Writing. Every free minute I get lately, I’m writing something.

The time flies by. I lose myself. I’m excited. It’s almost like having a new boyfriend and wanting to spend every waking minute with him. But in this case, it’s my laptop. I’m developing a real love  affair with this  machine.

It is work. And it’s hard. And I can’t understand the sudden change. But I’ve been waiting to find something, to find my niche. I’ve asked my Higher Power many times to help me to find my purpose. A way to make a difference. I don’t know if writing is the way. But if it is, I think I’m finally ready.


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