My husband asked me this unforgettable but simple question a few months ago: "What are you passionate about?" Seems easy enough, but wow...did it blow my mind. Trying to get around it, I asked him the question back. For him, it was simple. He simply said "I'm passionate about my mustang". No thinking, no pondering, no thought to it at all. He said that's what he loves and I totally admired him for it. Now don't get all huffy and start thinking "Shouldn't he have said you, or his family, or God, or anything else but a car"? Those are obvious passions and go without saying...we were just discussing about what is that one thing that just truly makes you happy.
Needless to say, he asked me the question again...grr! I sat there stumped, truly and utterly baffled. Why couldn't I think of something off the top of my head like he had?? I started thinking to myself, I USED to love Ballet, I USED to love rollerblading, I USED to love this and that...but why couldn't I find something current. The more I thought about it, the more it upset me. I started asking all my friends and family what they were passionate about and most of them could spout something off the top of their head, just like my husband had. Now, this really started bothering me almost to the point of wanting to cry. Was I that boring or that blah that I couldn't think of anything?? This topic has weighed on my mind for months and started really intriguing me...
Then WHAM!!!!!!!!!!!! Like a ton of bricks that hit me...I realized what I was truly passionate about just 4 days ago on December 23, 2013. It was late at night and I was reading a book by a new author (I read all the time and actually can't fall asleep unless I'm reading a book), the book was "Skipping a Beat" by Sarah Pekkanen. I was almost done with the book and started crying because it didn't end the way I had thought it would and it was so beautifully written and just left me breathless. It was in that small moment when I closed the book, that I had my epiphany! I know what I'm passionate about. Hallelujah!!!!! I LOVE books...like seriously love them. Have since my kindergartner teacher told me that I was never going to get into first grade because I couldn't read...well, I showed her.
Books became my constant companion and always have been...how could I have not realized that? Books make me cry, make me laugh, make me mad sometimes...but I totally 150% lose myself in a really great book. So I came to my husband last night at dinner and told him that I finally knew what I was passionate about. He kinda laughed because he knows how much I dwell on small things. I tried to explain what was so beautiful about this novel and he really didn't care (don't get mad at him...I zone out when he talks about his mustang". But he said another really profound thing: "I think that's great that you know what you are passionate about....so what do you do about it?". I must have looked at him like he was an alien, but he explained...how do you take it one step further? He asked me "Do you want to meet these authors, do you want to buy more books, do you want to join a book club, or maybe even write a blog?". So, once again he made me really, truly think about something and I decided that I'm going to start writing about the books that touch me and then take it one day at a time in regards to how to up the passion I have for books.
Now, don't tell him...but my husband is truly amazing in that he says the simplest things to open up my mind and probably doesn't even realize it. Stay tuned to see what I learn along the way.
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