My Passion

Tonight, I'm in a weird, down, introspective mood.....questioning my path and the decisions I've made, wondering about where my life is going. I ask "What am I passionate about? What have I done with my life so far?" I start thinking about when I was in high school and I had my future planned out like map. Things were supposed to be different; I was supposed to go to college right after graduation. I should be graduating from college this year. Things didn't work out like that. So I've found some hobbies I enjoy while I work to pay my bills: makeup, cupcakes, and writing. But then I start getting cynical and think "I'm no one special. If I ever tried to follow those hobbies into something professional, there are tons of other people who do the same thing, and do them better." So am I passionate about them? I'm not sure. But I do know that with all the mistakes I've made in my short life, he is not one of them. He's the one that pulls me out of these self-loathing moods. He injects happiness and light into my once dull existence. I know that if I never find anything that I'm spectacular at, I am amazing at loving him. No one else can do it or do it better than me...he is my passion.