I envy those who have found their passion in life. Everytime I think I find mine; I decide that it's not worth really pursuing. This has happened many times in my life: baking, singing, ultrasound school, medical transcription school. I don't know why I talk myself out of pursuing a way to make life easier.
I really like to write. I like to immerse myself into what I'm writing. I love the way what I'm writing comes together. I wish I would have really paid attention more in Journalism class in high school. Who knows where I'd be right now. Eh, probably right here, writing this very blog. I would have convinced myself that it just wan't worth it.
Being a Mom is a passion of mine. Music is a passion of mine. Cooking, as well. I feel my most comfortable when I'm singing, cooking, or playing with my babies. I can just see it now, the next TLC reality show, "Lisa the singing, cooking Mom." How freaking cool would that be?
I wrote this letter to the editor about the state of a local park. I received phone calls praising the letter, endless comments from friends and family about how good it was. Could this be my new passion? Writing about....well...my passions in life? Animals are a passion of mine. I've been an animal person all of my life. It just felt write to speak on the behalf of people who care everywhere. It felt great. I felt empowered. If I'm being honest, I've been giddy all day because of it.
I will end this now, but I will say to all of you who have found your passion in life: Good for you. I envy you. You're very lucky. I hope to one day join your ranks.
This blog may turn out to be fun...we shall see.