Pining for Passion

These days it seems like my Facebook feed is full of one of three types of updates: engagement photos, pregnancy announcements, or wanderlust-inspired travel pictures. The first is a reflection of a "me" generation, the second is a reminder to pop that BC, and the third should probably serve as inspiration, but instead leaves me wondering how some of my peers have managed to make a living travelling since we graduated college five years ago.

The other day, I logged on to see a different update.

Someone posted about meeting their mentor, an individual she had admired and hoped to meet for a long time. This person commented on the feeling that came over her after she was unable to answer the loaded question: "What are you working on right now that you're passionate about?"

I think a lot about passion. For years, I never thought twice about the meaning of the word, because it seeped into my veins at the age of six years old, when I first touched a basketball. It was a feeling that I always took for granted; having pride in this cultivated talent, experiencing the drive to work at it day and night, being so utterly infatuated with something that it infused every major decision in my life until one day...it didn't.

I'm not sure how I lost that sense of passion, but I've been searching for it ever since. I'm embarrassed to say that I'm not truly passionate about anything I'm working on right now. There is no side hustle, no DIY project, no all-consuming hobby that makes me feel the way that I did when I stepped onto that court.

But, this isn't a sob story. This is a quest to seek out passion. To redefine happiness, reset expectations, and hopefully learn a few things along the way. This is my passion project. I don't think I'm alone in feeling some sense of wonder about what it is we're all "meant" to do on this planet. Why we're here, what drives us, what lights a fire in our bellies.

This is me lighting my match. Stay tuned to see if the flames ignite.

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