I have been in a Grey Spot in life lately. No ups, but no downs. And you know what? That has been kind of crappy. I am used to battling ups that are too up, and downs that are too down. It’s what I’ve been used to, so life would revolve around that. and everyone has ups and downs. So I was busy doing life in what I thought everyone’s norm was. On my up days, I would write, and exercise, and eat what I wanted, and feel fantastic about myself. I could do no wrong! I was lucky and fortunate and amazing. Granted, I would not think of any consequences, either, and there were ALWAYS consequences. Now on my downs, it was a complete opposite. all in my head, i could do nothing right. I was too big, too short, too….everything. And yet, not enough. So I wanted to get off that roller coaster. And I have, for the most part. It is better.
Except for The Grey-ness.
I miss the ups. Terribly. The Amazing-ness. That was… Amazing. It is what made writing easy for me. And I miss the easy part of writing. Right now I am writing because I told myself to write just 15 minutes a day. And even this part is hard. All of a sudden nothing I am writing about is important enough to put down. But, I’m writing about it anyway. So I hate the grey of the in between ups and downs. Even though it is a safe zone. PSHAW. A safe zone. For others, as well as myself. It makes me angry every time I think about it! I don’t want to be out of control, at all, but I MISS MY PASSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my caring deeply for things. I just don’t have it like I used to, and yet I hear that I’m doing great. from a therapist. from a doctor, from my husband. And they also say they don’t want me to feel grey. but here I am. grey and safe. and passionless. HELP! how the hell do I find my passion without going over the line?
Is there a way to stay away from the extremes and find my passion, or is it something I just have to sacrifice to be acceptable to live with. If it was just me, I would almost want to go back to the way I was, but I have to think about my family and my friends, and what they have to put up with for me to live like that. They had to deal with the consequences. Not worth it.
What’s not worth it to me is being just meh. I am mostly ok. really. I am not out of control. And that has its own satisfaction. I really only notice that I am passionless when I go to write. I think of opening the computer and, “Meh. What do I have to say that is important enough to write about? Will I care about it? Will others?” That’s what I say. And then I distract myself with other things. I am pretty sad about this. And I have been pretty stuck in this space.
As I write, I find the stirrings of …. something …. again. 🙂
Well, I guess that now I will write anyway. Not for anyone else, but for me. And maybe that is the start of finding my passion again. Maybe I get to build a passion. That may bring me peace in this area. Who knows? I guess I will, here in a bit.
- Discovering Your Passion (adilkhansahib.wordpress.com)
- True Passion is … (meshaleigh.wordpress.com)
- The True Value Of Living Life With Passion (unboxedlife.wordpress.com)