I have been thinking a lot about “passion” these last few days. So, as usual, I had to look up some definitions of the word. Sometimes you think you know exactly what the word means, but really, you are a little off of the actual definition.
- strong and barely controllable emotion
- a state or outburst of strong emotion
- intense sexual love
- an intense desire or enthusiasm for something
- a thing arousing enthusiasm
Urban Dictionary gives this interesting description/definition of passion:
Passion is when you put more energy into something than is required to do it. It is more than just enthusiasm or excitement, passion is ambition that is materialized into action to put as much heart, mind body and soul into something as is possible.
I think that many times people restrict the word passion into the definition of “intense sexual love” but there is so much more to this word and this concept.
“Passion is ambition that is materialized into action”
I have searched for passion in my life for years. I believe it is essential to a successful life. To me, passion is the thing that drives you to complete a task, even when it is difficult. The thing that you are passionate about makes you feel alive when you do it, and when you are finished, you can’t wait to do it again!
For years, I thought my passion was childcare.
And maybe, it was. Maybe passions can change. I did feel alive when I took care of kids and enjoyed it immensely. As with anything, there were parts of it, that I did not like but the love for the kids, over rode that dislike for many years. Until, it didn’t.
And during that time, I found another thing that I really enjoyed.
Cake decorating became a great hobby, a tiny side business and eventually something that, although I enjoy doing it, never really developed into a full passion.
Just like cooking and making bread and sewing. All things I like doing, but not something I would want to spend every single day doing.
One thing has remained a steady passion for me throughout my life. Writing.
For as long as I can remember, I have loved words. Speaking words, reading words, but especially writing words.
As technology has advanced, I have greatly enjoyed typing words (although putting pen to paper is still a wonderful experience for me).
Lists, blogs, stories, essays, reports, letters, journal entries, notes to my hubby and children… it doesn’t really matter what form they are in, I love words.
Writing makes me feel alive and fulfilled and excited. It pushes me. When I let it. My mind thinks of things to write, often. But many times, I push it away and continue on with the mundane, necessary tasks of the day.
Someday soon, I hope that my passion for writing will become an income stream that will allow me to pursue my dream of being a full-time writer. Not ever having been one, I am not positive that it is something that I would always enjoy, but I think of writing everyday, many times a day and there are only two other things that I think of that often: God and my husband, Nathan.
This man has increased, encouraged and assisted in my passion for writing.
He has recently been working with me on a marriage curriculum and I have found the key to pursuing my passion-including my two other passions in that pursuit!! By including God and my husband, I have developed an even more fervent passion for writing. Although, I have wrote most of my life, I have never finished a book. I have only once submitted my work for publication to a magazine.
But this last week, I did it again. Put myself out there; I submitted an essay about an experience my husband and I had to a magazine. We’ll see. It’s not really about the results, but more about the process.
That’s another thing about passion. It is motivating, but whatever you are passionate about, you do because you almost HAVE to, not because of some exterior result.
Today, served as another reminder that writing is my passion. I dropped EVERYTHING, because someone asked me to edit/write something and my mind just couldn’t really focus on anything else. And then once I started, it was extremely difficult to stop. And now, I am at it again. I just HAD to write this blog post. I could have stopped myself, but it would’ve hurt and made me grumpy. And I would’ve regretted it.
So here’s to passion. And living your life around your passion!
by Docspy January 17, 2006