On Passion
Posted on November 6, 2008
Filed Under confessions of a confessaholic, goalllllls! |
Pretty much as a rule, I do what’s easiest. Short-cuts abound, excelling marks indicative, I have always chosen the easiest road. In school, I attended the classes that I got As in without needing to work for them: math, French, English, journalism, creative writing, photography, fashion. In college, I chose majors based on what I already knew, what textbooks I would consider reading anyways, just for kicks.
I grew up knowing I’d be a single parent, and I am. Maybe that was a self-fulfilling prophesy, but I think it’s more likely that I recognized an inherent need to do what I had littler chance of failing at, over working and possibly coming out wrong in the end. I don’t get along with others, especially in my own space, and trust me, the loneliness, frustration and stress of being a mommy alone for 90% of the week far outweighs the caustic feelings an open cupboard door or coffee grounds on my counter provide.
So, this writing stuff. I’ve been struggling, not with writing, per se. But with the onslaught of compliments to do with it. I don’t consider myself a writer further than I would consider myself a professional toothbrusher. I sit, I type and stuff comes out and sometimes I get paid for it and sometimes people take notice. Apparently, that makes me a writer, but really, it’s just breathing and I could take or leave it.
But it’s been a plan to be a writer. Again, not because I want to be, not that I crave a life obsessively weaving tales and wowing, but because it will pay the bills and then some, one day, and the work I’ll have to put into it will be largely research or marketing-based. That is not conceit speaking, it’s just fact. I type fast.
It’s that I sat down and said, “okay, I’m going to write a novel and the main character will be scarred by something in her life that will change everything she knows as true.” Then I started writing it. I have one sentence worth of plot in my head, and it’s writing itself, with my fingers as it’s tool. That’s it.
Trust me, this is something that has bothered me for a long time - that I was looking for appreciation and respect, and to make a name for myself, when really, it was only the reactions I was craving, not a reaction to something specific, my passion.
I didn’t have a passion. I saw people going off to university, knowing always that they wanted to be a doctor or a teacher or a writer. Not for the money or the ease at which the subject matter came to them, because they needed to be a doctor or a teacher or a writer, if they were going to fully live their lives.
Me? I could throw an outfit concept together in 32 seconds based on a keyword. I could do math in my head. A sort of photographic memory made remembering a lot of stuff really easy. I could read into people. I knew everything about dieting and fitness.
Every job or career I’ve considered or dipped my toe into has just been based on whatever I could do, not wanted (or even better), craved and needed to do.
Until this morning. When talking to a friend who sent me a link to a blog for an unrelated (to what? you’ll see.) reason. And I thought, upon seeing this site, “Oh my god, this is beautiful. But maybe I’d move this, and make that a little smaller. That’s not symmetrical, and it could use some more white space in here.” And do you know what I was doing?
I was redesigning the site in my mind, considering how I could do it, what coding would be needed. How I could make something that beautiful.
And the largest of all damn lightbulbs turned on, 100 watts blinding, and a message ran across the inside of my forehead, where apparently lives a ticker of epiphany: I want to make beautiful blogs. Then I want to make beautiful landing pages for businesses.
I want to tell a VP of Marketing exactly what she needs on her business’ website, what will make her money and bring in a new, improved customer base with less work needed for her team. I want to create interfaces with programmers that make my beautiful sites completely customer interactive, so they need never call or email a salesperson, and should never want to, again.
And because my first thought after those impassioned lines ran left to right was, “it would be a lot of work, a huge chunk of time invested, I probably wouldn’t understand it,” it was clinched. I finally found something I can fall in love with, and it scares the shit out of me.
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Nothing good comes easy.
NOTHING.
OK. So maybe in your case the shortcuts you took meant that SOME things did come easy.
But something you’re passionate about . . . not so much.
Do it. What have you got to lose?
I always wondered how people who didn’t seem to be all that smart had thriving businesses. Well, maybe it was because they didn’t know enough to have fear. They didn’t over think it. They just JUMPED!
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omg… an epiphany… how awesomely fantastic is that!!?!??
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Love, love, love it. Passion is important, and if it can be related to what you do for a living, too, cool. For me it’s been separate and may remain that way, but it’s why I’m making half the plans I’m making. Life is too short not to grab the bitch by the horns and ride her into the sunset. Or as far as she will take you. Because I believe in changing horses, too, when it’s time to do it. All that to say, go you!
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I think that you should do it. I know you will be fabulous.
And I am SO nominating you for an award.
Visit Miss to read…web too point oh
yes! Thats the only word I have, but its enough for what I think you have discovered.
Visit coral to read…Friday Five
Whatever you don’t understand or need assistance with from a technical view, you let me know and I will help you as best I can.
Kudos and good luck!
I was 37 years old when I had my ‘Epiphany’. I’m 63 now, and still doing it. I love it and will do it until I die. That said, in the meantime I have discovered ‘writing’ and ‘painting’ and, although I will never get rich or famous writing and painting, my whole life, now, is filled with things I am PASSIONATE about. If you have, indeed, found that for yourself, DO IT. And don’t let anything stand in your way.
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there are not that many people that can earn money doing something they’re passionate about…
and if you stumbled across a way to turn your passion into $$, then do it.
it won’t be a path you regret traveling down.
and i have a job for you. my event company needs a website. let’s talk.
Visit vancityrockgirl to read…i submit my incentive is romance, i watched the pole dance of the stars
It’s good to have a plan, it’s even better when it’s something you love to do. Good Luck!
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Laski, you know you just said I’m nothing good
Now THAT made me laugh out loud.
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Maggie’s Mind: That was rather a graphic comment. One I would not have thought I’d be able to visualize outside of a wooden ring, somewhere in the backroads of Mexico.
Miss: Don’t Nom me! (you can nom ON me, though)
Hockeyman: See world? Officially, Hockeyman has given me permissions to USE him.
Lou, you always leave me speechless. I don’t know if you’ve picked up on how hard it exactly IS to shut me up, yet, but you are naturally skilled at it.
VCRG: Tell me what you want and then I’ll tell ya whether I can, yet, or not. We’ll do liquid lunch at some point, over it.
ooh, nice! I’d hire you in a heartbeat. For reals.
One of the things I just love about you is your ability to see the possibilities of your passions. Writing and crunching numbers has made your life possible. Now live your dreams! Hells yeah it is scary when you realize your passion can become a reality. I have only experienced that feeling a couple of times. I am still hoping for my epiphany. Go for it, hon! I am behind you all the way!
Passion is a wonderful thing… and I’m so happy you’ve found something you can be passionate, alive, excited about. This is fantastic ZJ!
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ahh… where can i get some of that? passion, i mean.
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i’ve watched the look of your blog change over the year i’ve been a reader, and have kinda always felt that you like to make things pretty.
so good luck with that, it’s a fucking kickass talent to have.
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I can’t wait to see your blog designs…and read the rest of your novel…and then buy the very same novel when it’s all finished and published. Because it will be.