Originally published October 19, 2005
According to Mr. Gay Hendricks, author of A Year of Living Consciouslyё your passion is something you do that makes you lose track of time. It is so fulfilling that it never feels like work. Since reading Hendricks’ theory, I’ve thought about what my passions might be. What do I lose myself in? Taking it further, what makes a day feel complete?
It’s fair to say my passion clusters around two primary activities: creating and organizing. And I manifest each in a variety of ways.
Take creating. I’m always tinkering with words, trying to learn piano, working on a crocheting project, and attempting a new recipe. All of these are creative endeavors in my book, especially because I cannot leave written instructions alone. When the piano piece calls for a certain key, I’m prone to play its sharp or flat cousin. When a recipe calls for something I don’t like or stock, I choose a substitute. It’s a given that I need to add, subtract, or otherwise alter to make something my very own. (This is not to say that everything I change turns out for the better.)
Take organizing. I’m always grouping, planning, managing people, data, and ideas. Who knows, maybe I’m just a meddler; but I love to structure plans and projects so that they run smoothly. On time and in budget, as the current saying goes. (Again, I don’t always succeed.)
The truth is my days fly by. I suspect some of this is due to age, but I’m hoping just as much is due to my filling the time with passion instead of obligation. If your days don’t fly by, maybe you want to evaluate what’s missing.
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