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.