Passionate at 60

What are you passionate about?

When I was younger, I was passionate about a lot of things, so many that I was an exhausting person to be around. So said my mother, anyhow. I have mellowed as I’ve gotten older, and I suspect some of that is the medication I’m taking to keep my moods in check.

I don’t miss being passionate about everything. It’s nice that not everything has the same weight; it’s nice waking up in the morning and not being at 110% for every little thing.

But I’m still passionate about things. Writing, for example. I’m passionate about the process of writing and the results (most of the time; I’m not passionate about the current WIP.)

I’m passionate about getting things done. I like end results and getting there. This mostly applies to work-related projects. I wish I could get passionate about housework. (Does anyone get passionate about housework?)

I’m passionate about diversity. Not just that diversity is fun to be around, but that it’s necessary for a healthy world.

I’m passionate about well-being. Not necessarily happiness in that hedonic sense, but contentment with purpose. Balance and mindfulness.

I like where my life has settled. I don’t need to be passionate about everything, just the things I’m passionate about. 🙂