Passion Fruit
Passion, passion, whose got the passion?
Lately, I've thought pretty in depth-like at my life and what I am passionate about. Asking myself questions like "What do I want to do with my life?" and "How do I want to commit the short time I'm given on this planet" followed by "How can I add value to my life and the lives of others WHILE making enough green stuff to make a fun and enjoyable and love-filled life for myself and my family?" I think about this often as I linger in the strange place between graduation and career-life. I sit here today thinking about my future. Thinking about their words on the page of my e-mail inbox: "we've received your application to the 2014 fall intake for the Nursing program, thank for your application. At this time, we cannot offer you admission." Pretty much ending their e-mail with a "thanks for your cash Liv, sorry kiddo...but no can do." Brilliant.
Well...in all honestly, I'd lost my interest in Nursing mid working through their complicated and tasking application process. Lazy? I'd like to look at it as...not passionate.
I firmly believe that my half-ass dedication to even complete the application process should have sparked some kind of feelings within me as my heart softly whispered "this isn't the path for you." If only my brain had listened, my wallet would be significantly heavier.
So - since I've missed the mark from two schools, I'm back to square 2. I call it square 2 as it is not exactly where I was a year ago when applying to nursing school was no bigger than a "that would be interesting!" in my head; square 1. I now know....well, my heart does anyways, that nursing, as a career and lifestyle, is simply not for me.
Lately, I've thought pretty in depth-like at my life and what I am passionate about. Asking myself questions like "What do I want to do with my life?" and "How do I want to commit the short time I'm given on this planet" followed by "How can I add value to my life and the lives of others WHILE making enough green stuff to make a fun and enjoyable and love-filled life for myself and my family?" I think about this often as I linger in the strange place between graduation and career-life. I sit here today thinking about my future. Thinking about their words on the page of my e-mail inbox: "we've received your application to the 2014 fall intake for the Nursing program, thank for your application. At this time, we cannot offer you admission." Pretty much ending their e-mail with a "thanks for your cash Liv, sorry kiddo...but no can do." Brilliant.
Well...in all honestly, I'd lost my interest in Nursing mid working through their complicated and tasking application process. Lazy? I'd like to look at it as...not passionate.
I firmly believe that my half-ass dedication to even complete the application process should have sparked some kind of feelings within me as my heart softly whispered "this isn't the path for you." If only my brain had listened, my wallet would be significantly heavier.
So - since I've missed the mark from two schools, I'm back to square 2. I call it square 2 as it is not exactly where I was a year ago when applying to nursing school was no bigger than a "that would be interesting!" in my head; square 1. I now know....well, my heart does anyways, that nursing, as a career and lifestyle, is simply not for me.
But what is?
This is huge for me. How does one find what one is truly and completely passionate about? How do I find my "why" factor? My reason for getting up in the morning? or for staying up late? or for working those extra hours because I just want to? It's something that has consumed my mind space for the past while. Realizing I'm not getting any younger (almost 25 and not sittin' on 25 mill - thanks for that, Drake!) and eventually, hopefully soon, I'd like to find a real REASON for myself. I know I will end up doing exactly what I was meant to do, but when? how? what will it be? How do I start to find it? Where do I look?
Questions are meant to be answered, and eventually they will. Today is July 16th 2014. What will my life be like in 365 days? Can I commit 1 full year to finding my passion and continue to trust that it will be found?
I think so.
Here's to that! ...that sounds like a toast to me. I'm off to get a glass of home made red to settle in my tummy as my thoughts settle to the ocean floor of my brain.
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