It’s been a weird week, and an even weirder weekend. And not even the good kind of weird. I spent the week feeling sick, and the weekend in bed, literally sleeping more than 16 of my last 24 hours. Something just doesn’t seem right y’all.
And the time that I am awake, has been spent in a stupor of a crazy headache, along with that annoying thing of randomly hearing my heartbeat in my head. Oh ya, that’s a thing now. I’ll go into THAT some other time.
But the reason the stupor doesn’t seem to be lifting is because there are a gazillion questions which are buzzing around in my head. You know the kind that haunted us during our quarter life crisis? But I’m supposed to be way past that damned landmark crisis by now.
So what the hell, head?!
What are you passionate about?
It’s one of those questions that has haunted me my entire life, I now feel. It’s been asked by some very close people. One had actually said to me, the fact that there is nothing that I am so passionate about, that I would care enough to be weighed down by, means I have nothing to hold on to, and no reason to stay. And that’s scary.
Heck, it even led to a tattoo one day.
But the simple fact is, what are you passionate about?!
People swear by soccer, by cooking, music, or dance, things they can escape to, things they escape for.
Sure, I love a lot of things, but not all the time, not all day.
Even my blog is about anything and everything all the time. I can’t think of a better representation of my life than that!
But does that make me completely disconnected and abnormal, or just like every second person, so completely normal?
And I’m not sure which answer, is worse.
So tell me, what are you passionate about?