Passion

You know the difference between a Porsche and a porcupine, don’t you?

We’re a curious lot with an unquenchable thirst to be informed with the latest insider details to fuel our witty, hip and glib observations and if it’s too complicated we’ll just tidy up the details the way we see it and categorize our notion to make things easy for our little brains.  We pass judgement in a nano-second.  We don’t think or care much about the (passionate) driving experience that is going on inside that German sports car because we know for certain that the porcupine has the pricks on the outside.

There’s a box that people like me – maybe you – get thrown into for lack of …. creativity … “Oh, you’re one of those creative types.”  It’s a loosely fitting box where artists (“she’s an arteeeest”), writers (“so how’s the Great American  Novel coming?”), musicians, designers, quilters, etc. are placed because we don’t fit anywhere else.  And it gets even more confusing if we have a day job.  “How can you be a _______ and do ____________ ?  It doesn’t compute.”  The caveat here is the passion for the work.  Not the product, but the work.  In order to be thrown in the box one has to do the work, which is fueled by passion.

It’s not logical; it’s seldom thought out and researched; it’s not usually based on fact-although it can be (Which Porsche?  What transmission?”)  Passion is driven by point of view.  “Burger King is WAAAY better than McDonalds.” Six weeks before the election Salena Zito wrote in The Atlantic: “The press takes him (Trump) literally, but not seriously; his supporters take him seriously, but not literally.” The reason the pollsters got it so wrong is because they didn’t use a passion-meter.

Well, I’ve got lots of work to do today, so I gotta get going.  I still have a day job and yes, I’m passionate about it!

 

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