Posted on | September 5, 2011 | 6 Comments
HSF and I have been talking a lot about work and passion. HSF is, what I think, one of a handful of people who actually has a passion for his work. He loves his work, never dreads going to the office, and is always excited about new projects, etc. they hand him.
HSF asked me the other day that if I had a passion for my job. That really made me think. Do I? Do I have a passion for being a paralegal? Yes, I like the law and yes, I like what I do most days, but am I passionate about it? Do I wake up with a smile on my face because I get to go into the office to look over a mortgage lease? The answer is no. No, I am not passionate about my job.
Let’s break the word “passion” down, because yes, you can like your job or even love your job, but there is a difference about being passionate about your job.
* Passion is not talent.
* Passion is not knowing a lot about a topic.
* Passion is not masterful performance of a task.
* Passion is not being hailed as an expert.
* Passion is not having a lot of experience doing something.
* Passion is not the skill you’ve gotten really good at in your current job.
Passion is about the enthusiasm you have for something. It’s the thing you get energized just thinking about. It’s the topic you never get tired of learning about. It’s what you never get tired of talking about. It’s where your creativity soars. It’s being in that zone where you forget time, space and even hunger because you are so engaged in what you are doing.
HSF has all the passion that I just described for his job and I am envious. To actually work in a field that you are passionate about is rare. Very rare.
What is my passion? Dance. Specifically, ballet. I danced in New York with a reputable company and was the happiest I have ever been when dancing. I danced on broken toes, I danced till bruises covered my body and my toe shoes were bloody and broken, just like me, at the end of the performance, but I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. It was my passion.
My Achilles snapped one day during rehearsal, and even with surgery and rehab, my dancing on pointe was never the same, and my dancing days, my passion, ended.
I would like to think that if I didn’t have that injury, that I would still be dancing somewhere. Maybe even have my own ballet academy where I could still work with my passion.
BUT, I also think that things do happen for a reason. If I didn’t snap my Achilles, I wouldn’t have left New York, I wouldn’t have met my ex-husband and had my two sons, I wouldn’t have met HSF and had my beautiful family.
My passion will always be dance, but I am happy with where I am.
What is your passion, dear readers?