Valentine’s Day is upon us. I’m not expecting any roses or a romantic dinner out. In fact, I’ll sleep alone in my un-sexy PJs. But I’ll doze off and wake up with passion in my soul. (My Alexa alarm is usually set to a croony and mushy love song BTW.)
What does passion mean — beyond the classic romantic definition?
a strong liking or desire for or devotion to some activity, object, or concept
I define it as having a childlike enthusiasm for something — anything — in your life. Too many people over 50 have a “dust cloud” around them, mumbling about all the things that aren’t happening in their lives, instead of defining those things they love and that put a smile on their faces.
Sometimes these smile-prompts are little things. For example, I’m passionate about writing. I’m passionate about teaching/helping other people. I led a social media workshop last night for a group and took delight in the fact that even one of them might have walked away with a new idea. I’m passionate about having unique new business experiences (like a lobbying trip to DC last week and an upcoming trade show in New Orleans). I have hobbies I love as well — knitting, cooking, experimenting with tech gadgets. I’m even passionate about baked Brussels sprouts (please don’t judge). I might forego them, however, for other things in life.
Getting older can be a passion-buster. Although I often sport my rose-colored glasses, my vision is not always as strong as it once was.
So, what do you do if you’ve lost your “juice” (as one of my 50-something colleagues calls it)?
Passion is addictive and contagious. When you are truly engaged in something or someone, you’ll elevate the mood of those around you.
Yeah, of course life would be more fun this year with roses and sexy lingerie, but passion can be found anywhere — on February 14th and all year-round.