A big part of of the yearly project, of the FiftyTwo Firsts in particular, is the quest to find something, that one thing, that resonates at my core....my heartsong.
Never having found that one passion to fully throw myself into, to delicate myself to, no family to tend to, I have the luxury and the curse of giving attention to a deep desire to do more; adventure, contentment, excitement, self-actualization? Whatever it is....
All this to say, the concept of #52firsts @fabulousmiss_ came from a place of boredom, restlessness and a feeling of disconnect from my life's purpose. Enter "the meaning of life" ...
And then today, I stumbled upon the greats... The masters of Blues. And my soul began to sing. And maybe it's not about doing more but just really finding those small things that make the life around you just enough.
But don't get me wrong! I CANNOT wait for White Water camping coming up as the official FIRST!
My experience with following my passions is that much of that gratifying feeling of doing something first requires hard work: blood, sweat, and tears. Its usually not painless, and not always fun, and I often questioned myself along the way. But with persistence and hard work comes knowledge and respect, and eventually you get good enough at something that you can say you're passionate about it. I've met many others who can say the same. Its worth considering that perhaps passions are not to be discovered but instead to be developed over time!
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