This afternoon I was finally home and I was finally alone and it had taken what felt like forever to get to there. New Jersey Transit was having a day, since all of their trains were too cold to get back into the city (or something like that; I didn’t really listen to the details); so as I waited and waited for a train, then finally got on one, only to have to disembark, only to finally board another one, only to get stopped on the tracks repeatedly, I tried my best to keep New Jersey Transit’s day from ruining my day.
So I did what any tired girl would do in my situation: slept.
And decided not to worry about it. Because life is life anywhere you are, be it a train or a stage, so you better live your best.
And take naps.
But probably not on a stage.
Not unless you’re, like, a really good napper.
Anyway, I got home and had a long list of nothing I absolutely had to do for at least two hours. So pulled out my sewing machine and got to work on a little project of mine. And it struck me: whatever you find yourself doing when you don’t have to do anything is probably what you’re passionate about.
I L-O-V-E to make stuff. I know that about myself. I am like the dog who tirelessly fetches a stick: I’ll create–in any form I can get my hands on, I think–forever without growing weary of it. It’s not perfect, the stuff I create, but it makes me feel like I am probably the closest to the person God intended me to be when he decided to make me while I am doing it.
But if you’re wondering what it is you are passionate about, take a look around. What are you doing when you find yourself with some free time? When your to-do list is done and you can work on your Like-to-do list? When nobody is looking at you?
The more we know about ourselves, the more we can match up what’s in our hearts with the choices we make. And when our heart and our life is in sync, magic happens.
Here’s to that.