Passion?

Passion. It's a small word that has caused me to ponder my life these past few weeks. What is my passion? It seems like a simple question with an answer that should leap off my tongue without thought or pause.....but it doesn't.

For years my driving desire in life was to grow up, get and education and move away from my small Alabama town to start my life. I succeeded and moved away to a medium sized Alabama town to go to University where my drive to grow up, get an education and move away continued in full force. I graduated & took a job two states away. I still didn't feel like I had grown up or "made it". Since then, I have moved two more times, gotten married and given birth to a wonderful little boy but still the "is this where I'm meant to be?" question lingers.

I always told myself that one day I would feel like I finally "made it" and I could slow down and figure out what I like to do....get a hobby, find something I love to do, something I feel passionate about. I'm almost 35 and I'm still not there.

Don't get me wrong. I love my husband and my son dearly but they are not a "passion". My husband has two passions: music & flying. I know that without pause or thought. When I asked him what my passions are he just looked at me.

I am taking this as a wakeup call to spend some time figuring out who I am and what I want in my life because really.....

If not now....when?

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This post is being submitted to the Mabel's Labels BlogHer '10 contest. It answers this hypothetical situation: Electrical storms are going to wipe out the Internet (perhaps forever). You have one day left to write about your passions: what do you want to say to the blogosphere in 300 words or less?