Okay, so I am feeling slightly down at the moment but not depressed. I have come to realise that I have no passions in my life. Sure, I am always busy with work, my pets, my family and friends, but there is nothing that I get completely engrossed in and lose myself with, nothing that I am so passionate about that it could define me as 'who I am' rather than just 'nurse', 'sister', 'daughter' etc. An Oprah magazine caught my eye at the library on the weekend; one of the stories was about finding your true calling in life. And it got me thinking, what really is my calling? And why have I lost those little things that used to make me so happy as a kid - writing papers and books, poems, short stories, making up plays and collages... and can I get them back?
Totally get you. And yes, you can get those things (or better things) back. Why does that sound like I'm giving you permission? Because it is - yet the person who needs to give themselves permission is often ourselves. Remember when you were a kid? You didn't ask your parents permission on what you could/should write or read or make... Maybe it's time we give ourselves permission again to just act!
ReplyDeleteP.S. I love you :)
... and, yes, I mean as a friend.
Yes, you can.
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