Many times I’ve found myself wondering what really interests me — or worse yet, I find that I am bored, restless, not sure what to do. The question of finding something that drives me, that inspires me, or just lights up my world is a never-ending journey. But I am starting to recognize when the “spark” is lit. This usually occurs when I become so engrossed in what I am doing that time slips away — the “monkey brain” that chatters in the background finally shuts down and I find that I am truly present in the moment.
I had one of those moments last night during my tango classes. For 90 minutes, the only importance for me was the connection I had to each partner, each piece of music, each step — and the space in between. At the time, I did not notice anything else. It was only after, as I struggled into winter boots and coat that I realized that all my focus and energy had one purpose — connecting with the dance.
I think this is one way to describe finding passion.