I wish I could say that it’s strategy to hit the site’s all time high (181 visits), stop posting for 11 days while Sam bleeds the wallet of the audience dry, then write one more post before going away again, but that’s life.
Last week’s absence can be described as time well spent. Jeff and I exhibited at a trade show in Pittsburgh and it went as good as could have been expected. The business cannot be contained at this point in time. And that’s what brings me to this post.
I hate the word passion. People like to ask, “what’s your passion?” Ewww. Terrible. Terrible. Question. Some people may have this so called passion, but for the rest of us, there’s not one particular part of life that I excel at. I can be average to above average, but I’m not a passion person. If you can’t name what you like to do at 35, forget it.
I like running. I’m not passionate about running. I only run to stay in shape and drink away the beer calories. I like golf, but I stink at it. I like socializing…until I want to go home and read a book. My passion does not exist. Which makes the question of what am I living to do difficult to answer.
I don’t think people question it enough. You go to work. You make money. You provide for your family. You raise your family. Why? Because your supposed to. Now maybe this is your life path and there is no altering it. However, I am on a different life path. There’s no point going into the details with this post because it’s not the right medium. If you want me to go further, you can ask.
I write this type of post so that I can see where my head was at 35 which will undoubtedly be different when I’m 40. As I think back to my 20’s, my life path was unpredictable and purposeless. I feel that in some sense, though not quite as much as I did back then, I’m getting closer and closer to an answer. It may take a few years though. And it’s not a passion.