the best compliment I've ever received is that I live life with extraordinary passion.
looking back, I didn't realize the value that statement held, until, I got into the "work force". That's when I first saw them; the human zombies. You know what I'm talking about. That slow, agozining and intevitable numbness that replaces the good ol' jolt of fire. That energetic high that reminds us that we're here to be ourselves, even if that means shaking things up from time to time.
so after a wild carpet ride of app making, book publishing, lawyering (licensed attorney), medical device selling, interviewing, open mic-ing, meditation coaching ( licensed health coach) canvas making (sheer talent), it goes on; I found out that although I had the horsepower to light up a mid-sized city; divided energy was wasted energy. Burn out after burn out taught me the value of energy management and recognizing future viability. I stopped chasing success and started noticing where I was already a success.
my passion whispering started years ago when I worked along side disgruntled temp employees. In those lifeless rooms, I'd listen to their stories and ask them questions about what they loved. I'd also be the crazy one writing blogs on the job or skipping out to interview the homeless for the local paper. The "failures" compounded, but the fire never died; the ideas never slept. There was always something cooking, and I knew it was only a matter of time until it took off.
And it did.
it was right in front of me all along. It was the passion. Inspiration can be like a voracious beast or it can be a generous companion. It depends on how you talk to it. I'd like to think that we've finally learned each other's love language. And sharing the beauty and bounty of that feisty dialogue, is what I do best.