Some people, it seems, have it easy. They know what they want, have always known. Don't necessarily do it to pay the bills, but it's so all-encompassing, that there's no question in anyone's mind: this is her passion. My friend R is like that. She travels as part of her career path because it's one way for her to honor and feed her passion: the paranormal. Ghosts and UFOs, big creatures, that sort of thing. Another friend combines her passion for inner knowing with a strong sense of justice: she's a psychic detective. I have friends who are doctors, or cops, because they simply couldn't be anything else.
Some people know what they love, but don't have the courage to leave what they're doing now—or stop something else—to make room for it (this is your year to change that, you hear me?).
Other people, as one friend commented the other day, don't know what their all-consuming passion feels like.
There are books, and organizations, designed to help you find it. They'll tell you to make lists. To think back to what you wanted to do when you grew up (when you were five. I think I wanted to be a pioneer.). "They" make it sound so easy.
But what if it isn't that easy? What if you buried your true self so deeply that it's like exhuming bones from an ancient burial site? And what if you did this before you were conscious of any of it? What if the path to discovering your true passion is actually part of your journey? And what if you gave yourself permission to just take a couple of day trips to check it out?
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