Passion

The day my husband came home from his first day of Nursing school was one of the happiest moments I had ever seen him.  Truly, his excitement was equal to that of the expressions I saw on his face when our children were born.  I couldn’t believe what a difference one day at school had made.  He had found his niche; his passion.  I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I envied him in that very moment.

The memory of his joy on that day has led me to support him in career choices that weren’t the direction a wife might encourage her husband to go.  Today was the third time that I happily supported my husband in following his passion before following the money.  It’s odd to me how at peace I feel when such a decision is made.

Our family’s future is temporarily less stable than it would have been had he accepted a Nursing Management position.  Yet, here I sit typing about how happy I am that my husband is following his passion.  A happy dad is a happy family.  I’ve heard that term be used for moms in the past.  I believe a happy dad is just as critical to the family unit as a happy mom.

I still envy his level of passion.  I have an invested interest in a lot of things, but I’m not certain I would call it passion.  Can you learn to become more passionate?  I haven’t seen any self-help books on that topic as of yet.  I have seen my fair share on distorted thinking though.  I’m pretty sure envying ones passion and feeling like a failure because you don’t have passion like that is on the list of distorted thoughts.  In fact, I know it is.

We all have our strengths and our weaknesses.  None of us are an all-or-nothing individual.  My husband is passionate.  I admire that.  His passion inspires me, as I’m sure attributes of me might inspire him.

I recently had a discussion with a woman who I look to for guidance and encouragement.  I’ve been open and honest with her about my insecurities and my feelings of inadequacy.  I’ve expressed to her how I feel like I don’t have a talent to share.  She, in her ever positive way, pointed out all the goodness in me.  I responded, quite typically, with all the negative in me.  She then shared with me what seems like such a simple thought but I never processed it, I guess.

She asked me whether or not I would even enjoy those talents that others had.  Take sewing for instance.  I can’t sew for the life of me.  I wish I could.  I am amazed at what people can create with some cloth, thread, and their imagination.  But, truth be told, I don’t enjoy doing it.  So, why be sad that I can’t sew?  Why not nourish the talents I do have and actually enjoy doing?

I imagine that is how I’ll find my passion.  I’ll focus on the things I naturally enjoy and nurture those gifts.  Instead of longing to be a sewer, I’ll leave the sewing to the seamstresses of the world.  I have gifts and talents, whether they be big or small.  Thanks to my friend, I’m learning to embrace those parts of me rather than feeling remorse over what I don’t excel at or enjoy.

And, thanks to my husband, I’m learning how a life of passion is worth its weight in gold.

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2 thoughts on “Passion

  1. I love what you said about “nourish(ing) the talents I do have and actually enjoy doing.” What a great insight! I always seem to tear myself down over the skills I don’t have, but like you said . . . there is nothing wrong with focusing our attention on the things that really matter most to us. For one (of many) examples, I find sewing to be tedious and boring. My attention span is too short to find joy in it, although I have always been envious of those who are capable of producing the most beautiful works of art through various forms of sewing/quilting/etc. I have tried to sew and like it! And I have never embraced it. Does that mean I’m a terrible person? No! Should I have some basic sewing skills? Probably — and I do, but it’s kind of like swimming for me. I have never really enjoyed swimming, but I have had enough lessons/practice that I could save my own life. I am still looking for my passions in life. Chocolate is probably one of the big ones, but I’m not so sure it qualifies. Thanks for your refreshing outlook on life and your insights. I really appreciated them this week.

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