The last several months I have filled my “spare” time with things I love: running, learning about leadership, working on nonfiction, spending time with family, friends, and my fur-babies. But something was missing.
I knew it was missing. But just like anything else…the longer I went without, the more I thought I was okay without it. I’m a relatively healthy person: I exercise regularly, I eat healthier than the average American, I have a wonderful marriage, I’ve managed to get enough sleep. Still, I have repeatedly found myself feeling despondent.
This week my husband told me he knew why I struggled. He said it was because I no longer pursued my passion: writing fiction. He went on about my imagination, stuff I’ve already written, how I put stories together. He inspired me, just enough, to start working on fiction again. And guess what! I LOVE it! I’ve worked on fiction a few nights this week and I can’t wait to do more!
Lesson learned: No matter how many things you’re involved in, that you love, you must continue pursuing your passion to be truly happy.
I believe God designed us to have specific passions. And it is through those passions that he can accomplish his greatest work through us!