I know my passion. It is for figuring out people’s motivations and problems. It is for helping people to become bigger. It is for ritual and drama and things that work on a subconscious, totally symbolic level. It is for the process of creation and creativity in general. It is for getting to the root of issues. It is for embracing life. It is for seeing the big picture. These are my passions. They have been for as long as I can remember. After all, they must be for me to pick up a text book on Abnormal Psychology as some entertaining light reading.
So what do I do with it? I know what I enjoy doing with it. I enjoy creating workshops and rituals for small groups of people dedicated to improving themselves and their lives. I enjoy walking them through the process. I enjoy coaching them into awareness. I enjoy it. Just for the fun of it. I could do it often enough to say that it’s my calling. But it seems that I am not yet allowed to call it my work since I haven’t been able to make a living at it.
So now what? Do I continue to work on the brochures and send them out in the hopes of garnering some work from the business consultants of the world, or do I suck it up and get a regular job and work on finding a way to make my passion a part of my life in another format? Or do I do some combination thereof? I just can’t say.
Still working on the stuff Ken gave me. Resetting my values. Creating a new yardstick to judge my life and worth with. It’s hard work this shifting stuff.
Any suggestions are greatly appreciated…
* This is part of an ongoing series of posts detailing what happened on a spiritual pilgrimage that I took in 2002. To start from the beginning, go to July 2, 2013. To see the entire spiritual journey as it gets published, click on the category “You Want Me To Do WHAT?!!?” to see all of the posts.