Q: “What are you passionate about?”
A: *crickets*
I’m not sure where my passion lies. For close to 57 years I’ve coasted through a life of privilege. I’ve been a bad actor more than once and suffered some consequences but those consequences were comparatively light and I’m still here with my life intact.
Yes, my life. I can’t assign a purpose to it besides don’t fuck up, don’t hurt people, and don’t get behind on the bills. All the while being kind to others.
No purpose, and less passion. There’s never been a hard, gemlike flame that I’ve carried with me since childhood, youth, adolescence, or even young adulthood. Children should be seen and not heard, I guess. And thirty years in the bag didn’t help.
I do want more, and the people I love and who love me demand more. It feels like step one is connecting with my courage.
Wish me luck and stay tuned.
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