I want a passion.
I so admire people who have a passion. My friend Tim loves his job and has known for years that he wants to work in the healthcare field. My Aunt Jean had a passion for psychology and obtained her Masters and Ph.D in the field. She was a college professor, and her passion was evidenced in so many ways--whether it was taming a litter of wild kittens or leading a group of students to help potty-train an entire ward of adult psychiatric patients. Donatello's mom loves to paint; has a studio; takes classes; and devotes a lot of time to perfecting her art. Donatello loves baseball and played in college and continues to play in two leagues.
I have always enjoyed sports, but I never could understand how someone could like a sport so much that they wanted to do it every day for hours. I would go to basketball or tennis camp in the summer, but I couldn't fathom day in and day out of playing the same sport. I guess that's why I stuck with track and cross country in school as the practices were only an hour. Even now when I think about signing up to play in a tennis league, I balk because it requires you to play tennis three days a week.
Rather than passions, I have what would better be described as curiousities I suppose. I'll feel very passionate about something for a day or two (like joining the FBI after watching Silence of the Lambs), but the strong feelings always pass. For example, last year I decided I wanted to write a book. I worked on it a lot for about a month or two, but then my desire passed and I slowly stopped making time for it. While I really enjoyed teaching Spanish to 4th and 5th graders, I couldn't imagine doing it for years like most teachers do.
One article I read said that in discovering your passions, you should examine what you would be willing to do even if it was for free. Hmm. That's not that helpful but as for what I love to do....spending time with my nieces, baking and eating baked goods, exercising (or at least some of the time), being lazy and sleeping, traveling, trying new restaruants, non-surfacey conversations, and listening to people's stories. But I don't consider those my passion. I would think that by 27 years of age I would know what my passion is!
Perhaps I have an unrealistic notion of passion, and it is something that must be cultivated and requires you to force yourself to focus on it? Or maybe I just need some Adderrall like a doctor once suggested. I would love to hear about others' passions....maybe it'll inspire one in me!