the best compliment I've ever received is that I live life with extraordinary passion.
looking back, I didn't realize the value of that, 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 inevitable numbness that takes your spirit hostage. That energetic oomph 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), etc; I found out that although I had the horsepower to light up a mid-sized city; divided energy was INDEED wasted energy. Burn out after burn out taught me the value of energy management and recognizing future viability... of ideas AND people.
I stopped chasing success and started noticing where I was already a success.
my passion whispering became obvious 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 drive 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. And the love for connecting people to what they loved.
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.
And it starts with knowing how to shut up and just listen.